Hypnotic Secrets on the Rooftop

No one knew when she had appeared on the opposite side of the rooftop, a sniper rifle steady

in her hands. Smoke curled from its barrel. Her gaze was colder than Siberian winds.

“Since when was my business yours to settle?” Mark clutched his bleeding arm,

looking at her with feverish intensity. “Miy!” The way he called her name made Davey’s heart

lurch. He whipped his head toward Miya, then back at Mark. A horrifying thought

clawed its way into his mind. Did they… know each other? “You did well,”

Miya said as she lowered the gun and walked toward him step by step. “But it’s not enough.”

She reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flash drive. “This must hold