Rain fell hard over the city, a relentless drumbeat on the roof of the black SUV that pulled up to the gated estate. Neon lights from the streets below reflected off the wet pavement, but nothing could warm the chill that gripped Kairo as the door opened and a hand yanked him out. He stumbled, soaked and shaking, still tasting blood in the back of his throat. His hoodie clung to him, wet and stained. The moment he stabbed that guy in the alley, everything blurred—sirens, shouting—and then
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