8:13 pm.
I sit in my inner office, watching the wall of monitors flicker through different scenes from my properties. There are entrances. Back alleys. Rooftops. This late in the day, there are few humans around. For some reason, it’s comforting to watch this emptiness.
One monitor stays locked on the entrance to the Nouveau Palais. I scan through last night’s footage. Using the control panel on my desktop, I speed through the video of New Yorkers coming and going.
After my strange encounter with Lexa, I did some digging. Konstantin has Lexa staking out the Nouveau Palais. A freelance killer named ghost lives in the building, along with his collection of gold bars.
I watch onscreen as yet another human walks across the lobby of the Nouveau Palais. My senses go on alert Something about
