Hunter's POV

Paulo's apartment building was in Brooklyn, a converted warehouse with exposed brick and rustic fixtures. The kind of place that screamed "I'm with the IT crowd." The place would cost more per square foot than most Manhattan penthouses.

Quinn kept pace beside me, her heels clicking against the concrete as we approached the entrance. "Remember," she said, her voice low and sharp, "you're here for information. Not vengeance."

"I know what I'm here for." I needed answers, and I ...