I dropped the stack of papers I've been working on since yesterday. The rat problem wasn't so much of it anymore. The workers' profiles for the ball came out clean. There was no suspect.
Voss may have been involved, but it didn't seem like they had anyone on the inside, but I had a feeling someone helped that hitman. His attempts were too precise, and it could only mean that they knew where I was enough to make such a loud assassination.
I was dying to find out who, but no one on the list matched. I had my men profile every single one of them, where they were at that time, their movements, and the cameras located in those areas were checked.
I rubbed my jawline, feeling more prickly than ever, and it wasn't about this damn hit on me.
Why did she leave?
