Raphael's POV

I woke up the next morning to see that Diana was no longer on the bed with me. Where could she have gone? I thought. I decided to call a friend of mine that I met in Berkeley. Back in my days at Berkeley, I made friends with specific kinds of people, people who I knew I would be able to call for help and they would be able to render it.

It was as if I had always known that a time would come when I would need allies, contacts, so I made sure that everywhere I went, I made at ...