Chapter 3 · free to read
Not assassins. Worse. The house itself had come down from above.
The Chairman had watched all of it. Every camera in the tower belonged to him.
Three taps meant I'm here. Two meant get down. One meant nothing at all, and he used it most.
Somewhere above the rain, the man who owned every camera decided what the night had been worth.
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