The morning fog was still thick over Forest Hills when Arslan eased the apartment door shut as he locked it without a sound.
Down on the street, a dark car leased under Arslan's company was already parked quietly as James sat behind the wheel.
His posture was upright, the habit of a former soldier that he couldn't get rid of. His injured shoulder was bound tightly beneath his jacket, as his hands rested relaxed on the wheel.
Through the side mirrors, his eyes tracked the empty residential street with focused eyes as he knew how dangerous the times were right now.
When the Queens County Grand Jury had handed down the sealed indictments, the District Attorney had targeted Ryder, Rolla, Sofia, and Isabella based on cataloged state records and prior weapons arrests. James, whose past had been buried inside the Moyah family for years, had slipped clean through the cracks.
