Author's point of view

In the farthest corner where the neon lights could not quite reach, there was silence. The booth sat in the shadow, almost forgotten, yet a certain man who leaned against it saw everything. His eyes cut through the haze of smoke and flashing lights with predatory precision, locked on a single figure.

His mouth carved into a shadow of a smile before he reached for his phone.

The line rang once. Twice. Then came the voice dripping with warning and thin patience. ...