"The chief of police is scheduled to enter the mayor's office within the hour," Zhea whispered against his shoulder blade, her voice carrying a sharp undertone of anticipation.
Rafael turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto the glowing amber digits of the penthouse digital clock before looking down at the flashing terminal screen.
"Let him walk into the lion's den," Rafael murmured, his baritone voice vibrating with cold assurance as he pulled away from the window.
"The political structure is collapsing from the inside out, and panic is the most predictable human reaction," Rafael added, walking toward his massive mahogany desk.
Zhea followed closely behind him, her boots clicking softly against the imported hardwood floor as she pulled up the live security feed of the mun
