Can Massey really trust Anne? Is she being honest with him? Can one cop stand alone against a city filled with superpowered people, a city orchestrated by a megalomaniac?
Meet me at 483 Eastlake Ave East in 30 minutes.
This is too easy, he thought. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours since Anne called him and offered a truce. Even then she hadn’t been certain of when or how. She was always cautious. Then, overnight, the Madison Massacre happened. Anne was silent about it, but now she voiced urgency through an untraceable number. She wanted a quick meeting, no questions asked. Massey could tell that something significant had happened; something had stirred loud and scary enough to drive Anne to this meeting. That something was prone to be bad.
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