Simms walked into the elevator and pressed the call button, then wiped his sweaty palms on the legs of his trousers. He was starting to get nervous. Ever since he’d started this case, he’d been on edge. But this wasn’t like the other times; there was something more deadly. A hidden enemy—and worst of all, one who wasn’t just playing them, but using them as puppets.
The elevator stopped on two, and the doors slid open. Simms looked up to see Dorson with a panicked expression on his face.
‘Hey man, you OK?’ Simms asked, concerned about his colleague.
‘Meet me at the smoker"s corner, ten minutes, tell no one,’ Dorson said quickly before stepping back and letting the doors close.
Simms stood there for a moment, open-mouthed and confused. What the hell was going on? First, the guys at the a
