MALA'S POV
Zed started with a map of the city laid out before us across Rafe’s kitchen table, coffee-stained and creased from years of use. Zed ran his fingers over it like a surgeon before an incision. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, like something taut waiting to snap.
"What are we looking at Zed, I am not really good with maps" I asked impatiently sounding on edge.
"This is where Kyl Ronald goes every night around 6:45, his car leaves the parking garage beneath that skyscraper." Zed jabbed his pen against the glass-and-steel tower we all recognized as the headquarters of Rokyl Enterprises.
I watched him quietly, my arms crossed, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. i hadn't slept in days. I have prayed , met a seer who read Ivana's fortune to me, even though
