Chapter 48
JACE MARINO
We followed the shadow through the narrow streets of Chinatown. Some parts of the city were still half-asleep.
It didn't take long before the figure ahead of us turned a corner and disappeared into an old apartment building. The hood came down slightly and I caught a glimpse of her. Aiko Takeda. The supposed future wife my father wanted for me. The same woman who had just vanished from the house without a word.
When we reached the building, I signaled for Mateo to circle around the back. Marco and I went up the steps two at a time. The hall smelled like damp paint and noodles. We heard soft footsteps ahead of us and then a click. The sound of a door lock turning.
Marco didn't wait. He pushed the door open before she could finish locking it.
Aiko froze. For a second she looked like she was about to scream. Then her shoulders dropped. "I knew you'd find me," she said.
"Then you should've made it harder," Marco said, closing the door behind him.
