Gevan’s phone vibrated on the car mount. He glanced briefly at the lit screen.

Address received.

Gevan immediately pressed the call button.

“Hello,” his assistant’s voice sounded brisk. “Sir, this is the address of Hellena Catrine’s apartment. The unit is registered under a personal name. Security is quite tight.”

“Send the details now,” Gevan replied shortly.

“I’ve already sent them to your phone, sir.”

The call ended. Gevan stared at the navigation screen, then without hesitation pressed the gas pedal harder. The car sped forward, passing rows of streetlights that appeared blurred in his vision.

“I have to talk,” he muttered. “No matter the risk.”

He did not care about...