The night in Shinjuku was beautiful.
Jack wasn't sleeping.
He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, gazing down at the nightscape below. Was Dio active somewhere in that maze of darkness and neon lights? Had Durant earned Dio's trust? These thoughts circled in his mind when suddenly the computer on his desk chimed, signaling the arrival of an email.
Jack quickly turned around, opened the email, and used the CIA's proprietary software to decode the ciphered message into a regular report.
He read line after line.
The message from Emily made Jack's face grow somber. "The direction of the spirit, Paradise?!"
Jack took a deep breath and, without any hesitation, immediately used the encrypted CIA communication channel to call John.
Almost without wasting a second, the phone was dialed as soon as the dial tone sounded. "What's the matter?"
There was a hint of excitement in John's voice.
It was night, and the night belonged to Dio.
