I follow him like a shadow, using my hunter's eyes to scrutinize his every move, looking for traces of a killer.
It's 7:15 AM and Alexander Kane is already in full CEO mode, striding through the marble lobby of Kane Tower with the kind of purposeful energy that makes lesser mortals step aside. I hang back near the coffee cart, pretending to check my phone while watching him greet the security team. Three quick conversations—asking about Rodriguez's sick daughter, reminding Thompson about his upcoming promotion review, inquiring whether the new night shift supervisor is settling in well.
A killer wouldn't remember those details. Would he?
