Raven’s Luck - Chapter Four

Raven regarded the office building from the bus stop across the road. Night had set in, and the streets were busy in the pleasant weather. Friday night, ten pm, everyone had finished dinner and were out for a night of drinking and dancing in their sexiest best wear. Except him, he thought ruefully. And, presumably, Vixen.

The foyer of the building was lit, the sort of after-hours lighting designed to discourage vandalism or break ins, but the rest of the building was dark. Not a single light on. No late-night workers, no night shifts, no dedicated, trying to earn a promotion, die-hard showing their determination at their work desk after everyone else went home. No sign of espionage.

There was a steady stream of cars into the underground carpark, however, and every now and again, people would approach the side door tucked into the pedestrian-only alley between skyscrapers. Usually in one, or twos, they rang a bell, and there was a pause, before the door was opened to admit them.

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