The city pulsed with a life Aurora hadn’t felt in days. Towering skyscrapers cut into the fading sky, their glass facades reflecting the golden glow of sunset. Her cab slowed to a stop before an unassuming building on the edge of downtown a stone structure with ivy creeping across its walls, its carved nameplate almost worn away by time.

“Kane & Holt.”

Aurora stepped out, clutching her handbag, the key nestled safely inside. This was it the address the mysterious caller had given her. ...