CHAPTER 47:

BUT ONLY IF IT'S NOT TOO LATE

Clark paced the damp room, a single bulb swinging above his head. His fingers trembled as he reread the message.

Unknown Number:

“Meet me at the usual place. The documents are ready. Don’t be late.”

He muttered, “What now...?”

His lips pressed tight, eyes darting to the cracked window. He grabbed his jacket and slipped out through the back door.

The alley behind the old fish market smelled worse than he remembered. His steps echoed. ...