C33 Bait on the Hook

The garden outside was drenched in rain, droplets sliding off the koi pond’s surface like silver needles. Riku sat beneath the eaves, cigarette burning low between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily upward, but his thoughts were anything but calm.

The report sat on the table beside him. A dossier still thin, but growing: a name, an address, photographs clipped from social media