KIERAN'S POV

"You're certain it's him?"

The informant nodded quickly. Nervous. I am always nervous around me.

Marcus stood beside me in the abandoned warehouse. Neutral ground. Safe for meetings like this.

"Positive," the informant said. Thin male. Weasel-like features. But reliable information always. "Asher arrived in Maplewood three days ago. Staying at the old Morrison property on the outskirts."

My jaw clenched hard. Three days. He'd been here three days and I was just learning ...