They hadn't come to the city for sightseeing.
They were here for blood, One of their own had been killed—a death that should never have happened.
And now it was their duty to find out who was responsible... and make them pay.
They had followed the trail, pulled at every thread.
And everything had led to one woman.
A woman who, according to the last communication their fallen member had sent, was the last person he spoke to before his death.
A woman whose name now burned on their tongues.
As they stood outside a towering building, blending into the crowd, their eyes hardened, Could it really have been her?
Could she have killed one of their own?
Or was there more to the story they didn't yet know?
One thing was certain, they weren't leaving this city without answers.
And if anyone was involved, even for a second, there would be no forgiveness.
