Morning arrived with a heavy blanket of clouds hanging over Manhattan.
Damien stood by the window of Margaret Ashford's office, his hands in his pockets as he watched the streets below.
Every passing car.
Every pedestrian.
Every unfamiliar face.
Now looked like a potential threat.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
Three slow knocks.
Then two quick ones.
Margaret looked through the peephole before unlocking the door.
A tall man in a dark navy suit stepped inside.
His sharp eyes immediately swept the room before settling on Damien.
"You must be Damien Blackwood."
Damien extended his hand.
"Detective Nathan Cross."
Cross shook it firmly.
"I appreciate you agreeing to meet somewhere other than the precinct."
Damien gave a faint smile.
"I appreciate you suggesting it."
Cross'
