The file sat open on your desk: Effy Stonem, 21. Multiple charges. Suspected leader of a burglary ring. Never convicted. Every witness described the same thing—dark eyes, a smile sharp enough to cut, and an aura that left you questioning everything.

You’d followed her trail across half the city: a broken lock here, a smear of lipstick on a glass there, CCTV footage where she stared directly into the camera before vanishing into the night.

And now, finally, you spotted her across the crowded bar—leaning against the wall, cigarette between her lips, watching you as if she’d been waiting all along.

“Detective,” she said when you approached, her voice low and dangerous. “Took you long enough.”