Winter always comes early to North City.
I sat in the passenger seat of Damien's car, watching the street views blurring past the window in a rush. The heater was on inside the car, wrapping the space in just the right amount of cozy warmth.
"Do you still want to stop by and see him?" Damien asked me.
"No need." I dragged my gaze back from the window and tossed a dead access card straight into the car's trash bin.
It was the exclusive elevator card Liam had given me ages ago, for his top-floor office private elevator. Right now, it was nothing more than a useless hunk of plastic.
*****
Liam became sick.
After kneeling out in the snow for an entire night, he'd spiked a brutal fever that had quickly turned into acute pneumonia. His mother had called me several times. Her tone had shi
