It was deep into the night, with dawn still several hours away.
Around three or four in the morning, a sound cut through the silence of the penthouse bedroom.
A well-built figure rose from the chair near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Wraith reached for the phone resting on the nightstand and answered.
“Speak.”
Urgency immediately filled the voice on the other end.
“Commander, we have a new lead in the investigation.”
A brief silence followed.
“Where?”
“It came from our investigation into the incident twelve years ago,” Ronan reported. “We discovered that the Red Moon organization had accepted an arson contract through the black market from an unidentified source shortly before the incident.”
Wraith remained silent.
“We dug deeper and found traces of Hunter, one of Red Moon’s ope
