The rooftop bar was nearly empty, save for the soft hum of jazz bleeding from hidden speakers and the occasional clink of glass. The skyline of the vast city stretched in every direction, glimmering under the early evening haze.

Jamie entered the bar, her coat strung tight around her as her eyes went searching for any familiar faces.

There, she saw her… Jessica.

Jamie slid into the booth with a certain energy she was quite used to now, than when he was Raine's assistant.

She held her chin ...