"William Hartford. I thought you were too busy playing hero."

Selena's mocking tone cut through the air before William had the chance to sit down. She was sipping a glass of wine on the balcony of her luxury hotel suite, overlooking the shimmering lights of Tokyo at night.

William slammed the glass door shut behind him. “We need to talk. Now.”

Selena didn’t flinch. She took another slow sip of her drink before turning with a sly smile. “About what? The little fire at your girlfriend’s precious gallery?”

“I know it was you.” William threw a folder onto the table. Inside were CCTV stills, footage of Tommy Watanabe’s car, and...