Chapter 46 Plan For Exposure

• Rain swallowed the city.
• It poured like it had a grudge blurring headlights, veiling streets, turning every surface into glass. Isolde’s coat clung to her shoulders, soaked despite the canopy she ducked under near the service entrance of The Silhouette, a dive bar known for its silence, anonymity, and one ex-journalist who owed Dorian Blackthorn his life.
• She adjusted the scarf across her mouth and stepped inside.