Rosie's apartment building was surrounded by unmarked vans when I arrived. I parked three blocks away and approached on foot, using the darkness and my enhanced abilities to avoid detection. What I found when I climbed through a window to the floor below Rosie's apartment was something I didn't expect: the building was empty. No government agents. No threat. Just empty rooms and the lingering smell of someone's dinner.
I broke into Rosie's apartment. She was there, sitting on her couch with a cup of tea, looking completely calm and unafraid. When she saw me, she smiled.
"You came," she said. "I was hoping you would."
Something was wrong. Rosie was too composed. Her apartment showed no signs of distress or intrusion. The story she had told me on the phone about government agents seemed t
