"I'm leaving."
Eventually, she dried her tears.
A thousand words converged into this final sentence.
"Once everything is ready, I'll send you a message."
"I'll be at the agreed place, waiting for your message,"
the hairdresser replied softly.
What Morgan had to do was to draw Camarcel out.
She had done this many times before and was familiar with it, but it was always painful.
To attack Camarcel and attract his attention, then evade his armed bodyguards, the various drones patrolling the sky, and the cameras in the streets and alleys. She also had to leave behind something he could track...
This time, she would do her best.
Morgan thought.
Every cycle could be the last, so she had to do her best every time… That's the theory, at least.
But this time was different.
This time alone, she had to do better than "the best."
July 31st, 10:15 PM. A downpour.
