The glass façade of Starlight Agency shimmered beneath the midmorning sun, a mirror of steel and light that reflected half the city skyline.

Isabelle had just walked some distance to the building and a sheen of sweat had gathered at the top of her head. She had gradually calmed down over the walk. She was here for work and she wasn’t about to let it show that she was troubled.

She paused at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the familiar logo etched on the revolving doors. Six years. ...