The first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains of Devon's room, casting faint golden streaks across the polished hardwood floor, their glow barely touching the chaos of papers strewn across the desk.
Devon sat hunched over the catalogue file, its worn pages spread out, he hadn't slept, his eyes burning from hours of scrutiny, his fingers stained with ink from tracing the scrawled notes, addresses spanning Paris, Dubai, Tokyo, and obscure towns in Eastern Europe, each one a precise location for meetings held weekly, each in a new venue, each locked behind a unique passcode that shifted with every gathering.
The next event was surprisingly today, it loomed imminently scheduled from 12pm to dawn at a discreet place on the city's outskirts.
His mind churned, piecing together the puzzle, the weight of his discovery pressing against his chest a heady mix of adrenaline and dread.
