The night, as thick as ink, completely swallowed the safe zone.
In a small apartment on the fourth floor of Newhope Gardens, Lucas Lockwood stood by the window, his fingertips repeatedly rubbing a cold button.
All the clues tangled wildly in his mind.
'That button, dropped in the corner outside the lab's blast-proof door—it can't be a coincidence!'
'Julian Ford is lying. Cece has to be with him!'
Waiting wasn't in Lucas Lockwood's nature.
Once night had fully fallen, he changed into a dark combat suit, slipped out of his apartment without a sound, and melted into the darkness, once again making his way toward the core of the safe zone.
The core of the safe zone was heavily guarded late at night, with beams from searchlights sweeping across the area intermittently.
But Lucas Lockwood knew the patrol routes and surveillance blind spots here like the back of his hand.
