The meeting point was a laundromat.
From the street it looked exactly like every other one on the block: humming machines, flickering neon, the particular chemical smell of detergent that cost less than it should. The kind of place people went because they needed to and left as soon as they could.
Only if you knew where to look.
The camera in the back left corner that showed the same loop from the previous week, traffic and all. The machine number six that wouldn't engage unless you kicked the lower panel twice in the right spot. The narrow door beside the staff closet that had a lock and no key in it, which meant it was never quite locked.
Kael pushed through that door and into the back room.
Heat first. Then bodies.
