Ezra paced the underground parking garage, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.
He glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. It was already several minutes past the arranged meeting time, and the woman who had promised him information about Hyde was nowhere to be seen.
Where was she? As he paced, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
She'd sounded so anxious over the phone, like she was afraid of being overheard. If she didn't show, if something had happened to her, it would set back his investigation significantly.
This would've been the first piece of good news related to Hyde himself that he would've heard.
When the woman had chosen the entrance to the peacekeeper HQ, at the underground garage of the police HQ, he couldn't have been happier. It was as close to his seat of power as anything else could be.
