Chapter Twenty
Old scars marked the face of London.
The morning was brightening, but as I neared the river, a gray mist clinging to the streets cast the area in a damp gloom. Above, a wan sun tried to push through the haze.
It took less than thirty minutes to reach the old waterfront area from my apartment, a testament to just how quickly the city seemed to deteriorate within just a small number of streets. As I made the drive, I thought of how I had learned to even look here. It struck me as almost profound that Amir had suggested these waterfront properties as a place to search and then Nicole’s lead had nailed it down. Like seeing Christina Bishop passing on the street, this was another of those instances where the chamber lined up with the barrel.
All I had to do was pull the trigg
