The Perfect Blind Spot

Miya stepped to the window and looked across at a derelict, abandoned building. “He’s there.

He knew you’d pour every officer into this place, which made that building both the

riskiest and the safest choice.” She turned her gaze back to him. “The perfect blind

spot.” Davey followed her line of sight, his face darkening with realization. He grabbed his radio.

“All units, to the abandoned building across the street! Move!” On the rooftop

of that building, Mignon sat bound to a chair, trembling violently. A rag stuffed in

her mouth muffled her sobs. Across from her stood a man in a black trench coat,

his face hidden by a silver mask. In his hand, he held a sharp scalpel,