MALA'S POV

Zed started with a map of the city laid out before us across Rafe’s kitchen table, coffee-stained and creased from years of use. Zed ran his fingers over it like a surgeon before an incision. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, like something taut waiting to snap.

"What are we looking at Zed, I am not really good with maps" I asked impatiently sounding on edge.

"This is where Kyl Ronald goes every night around 6:45, his car leaves the parking garage beneath ...