Lyra
“Dean Varrow.”
“14 Ashbridge Lane.”
I repeated the name and address Mrs. Eileen had given me for what felt like the hundredth time, whispering it to the girl in the mirror as if she might answer back.
If my reflection could give a motivational speech, now would’ve been the perfect time as I needed every scrap of courage I could find for the mission I was about to embark on tonight.
Tonight, I will finally meet the tattooed man. The one who had once worked on Liam’s security team, the same man who had switched my reports.
I thought I would never find him, had even convinced myself he was just a hallucination. But now I had his address.
It wasn’t in the city, nor was it one of those quiet residential streets where bored retirees trimmed their lawns in silly, perfect lines. It was
