Two Days Earlier
The private jet landed shortly after sunrise.
There were no airport officials waiting on the runway. No welcoming committee. No public records that would show who had arrived.
Katsuro Arashigami preferred it that way.
The fewer people who knew where he was, the better.
He stepped onto the tarmac with his usual measured pace, dressed in a dark suit despite the long flight. Behind him followed a single man carrying a black duffel bag.
Nothing about the old man appeared threatening.
And yet people who knew him understood that appearances had very little to do with danger.
Katsuro had spent decades building an empire by seeing storms before they formed.
Where most men reacted to problems, he preferred eliminating them before they had the chance to become problems.
Which was precisely why he was in Harrington.
Because something about the situation surrounding Raina felt wrong.
