The Shadow POV
The city looks different from above.
People forget that. They forget how small they become when viewed through a lens, how predictable their movements are when tracked from a distance. They forget that every step, every breath, every stolen moment can be captured, catalogued, and replayed.
I never forget.
I watch.
I always watch.
The feed flickers across my monitors — a dozen angles, a dozen perspectives. Traffic cameras. Street corners. A hacked security feed from a warehouse two blocks from where he took her. The Don. The golden boy. The one who always wins.
He thinks he’s clever, taking her to the outskirts of the city. He thinks he’s protecting her.
He’s wrong.
I knew where he would go before he did, even the route Tobias would take.
I knew the safehouse he’d
