VALENTINA
The text arrives at 2 AM. Unknown number, encrypted message.
You want Mordaunt? Evidence is in Warehouse 17, Docklands. Third floor, locked office. Proof of everything: trafficking, murder, blackmail. Come alone. Come now. - A Friend
I stare at the message for five minutes.
Every instinct screams trap.
But the possibility it's real...
Evidence against Mordaunt could change everything. Proof of his crimes could turn Parliamentary opinion, give Alteroni ammunition for reform, maybe even prevent extermination.
Worth the risk.
I text Tom: Going to Docklands. Warehouse 17. If I don't return by dawn, tell Callum.
His response is immediate: That's a trap.
Probably. Going anyway.
You're insane.
Frequently.
I grab weapons. Silver knife, stakes, holy water, UV flashlight. Ever
