Chapter 9

Michael didn’t recognize the trace and couldn’t put the scent to a face in his head.

It was totally new.

Yet...

The scent was getting stronger as Michael moved closer to the door of his flat.

Michael’s senses were instantly alert and he moved even closer, almost touching the metal grid protecting his front door.

In neighborhoods like that one a metal door wasn’t enough to save you from thieves, but there also wasn’t anything much to steal.

Another thing was Michael could rip them all apart if he decided.

Michael listened and heard rustling from the inside. The only person who knew where Mike lived was Flynn. And the man inside was definitely not Flynn.

Michael’s hand was on his gun in an instant, and although he wouldn’t need it, it was a gesture, a kind of human reaction he’d trained himself into when he had become a se