Damian's POV
The Alderton building was a six-storey office block in the central district — the kind of place that was full during the day and entirely empty by seven in the evening. Ground floor meeting room, glass-walled on two sides, accessible from both the main entrance and a service corridor that ran the length of the building's rear.
Reeves had chosen it well.
We arrived at eight.
I stood in the meeting room and looked at the space — the long table, the chairs, the glass walls that would make everyone visible to everyone else. No shadows to operate from. No corners to manage from. Everything exposed.
Good.
I wanted tonight exposed.
Reeves positioned his people — two inside the building on the upper floors, two in the service corridor, two at the main entrance. Farrell had his
