Julian stepped out of the bar, his face still icy cold.
Sitting in the car, he rolled the window down and lit a cigarette in silence.
One hand spun his phone idly.
His expression, unreadable and shadowy, faded into the dark night.
The phone buzzed.
He inhaled sharply, opened the anonymous message: Ravenshade Road apartment.
It was from the people he'd sent to keep tabs on Danielle's whereabouts tonight.
Julian looked at the text, and the corner of his lips curled into a cold smirk.
He flicked the cigarette away, started the car, and drove off toward Ravenshade Road.
By the time he reached the building Danielle lived in, a small group of four or five men were already waiting downstairs.
As Julian got out, the leader came up to him. "She went up and never came
