Cassian’s POV

The cab dropped me off in front of a building that looked like it had given up on life decades ago chipped walls, cracked windows, and a flickering light above the doorway that buzzed like a dying insect. Paul’s place hadn’t changed a bit. He always said the filthier a place looked, the less likely anyone would look for you there. I never argued.

I climbed the narrow stairwell, my ribs burning with every step, and knocked once before letting myself in.

Paul was sitting ...