Location: Private Wing, Presbyterian Hospital, Manhattan
Kendella didn't sit. she paced the length of the private waiting room. She hadn't even wiped the dried custard or the smudge of Jae-Hyun's blood from her clothes.
The door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped in bowing low. "The motorcycles were found abandoned in the East River, Miss Delacroix. Scratched VINs. Professional work."
Kendella stopped. She didn't turn around. "I didn't ask where the bikes were, Marcus. I asked for the riders."
"We... we are still tracking the CCTV, Miss. They vanished near—"
"Then find the person who paid them," she snapped, finally turning. Her eyes were bloodshot but piercing. "Someone brought a chemical weapon into my city and used it on my... on him. If I don't have a name by sunrise, I will start removing people from the payroll. Starting with you."
The man paled and scurried out.
