Wednesday. Valentino's Condo. Brighton, United Kingdom.
MILES PEERED OUT OF the windows, going just under the speed limit as they completed their first circuit around the warehouse-turned-condo building.
Brighton was a very different city from London. The vibe was younger, more trendy. The air seemed lighter.
Maybe what he needed was to move out of London. Go to a different office.
That idea didn't settle well with him. He thrived doing what he did, but he also wanted more.
"I don't see the vans or any sign the guys were here." Diha twisted in her seat.
She'd changed out of her flowing floral outfit into a more casual ensemble of black leggings with a black tunic top. It was a shame. She'd looked so nice earlier, but it was a memorable outfit.
"I'm not seeing any police presence either." He had a pretty good eye for spotting surveillance, and yet there had been nothing.
"What did they think the guys were doing here? Did they talk to anyone? Look at anything?" Diha asked.