Morrison's POV
The camera seemed weighty in my grasp. I had been in this car for three hours, observing the brownstone on the opposite side of the street.
My back ached. My coffee had gone cold. But I didn't move. Didn't look away. This was the job.
The photo Nicholas showed me had led me here. Facial recognition pulled up a name: Elena Voss. Former executive assistant. Current ghost. No social media. No credit card activity. No nothing. As if she had disappeared without a trace six months prior.
However, individuals do not simply disappear. They head to a location. They transform into another person.
I spent four days searching for this location. A Brooklyn rental property, leased through a dummy corporation. The type of arrangement individuals employ when they wish to remain untrace
