Fingers grip your hair from behind your concealed spot, and you feel them jerk you back with astounding force. The concrete smacks into your back, dazing you, and you feel the pressure of someone's knee digging into your chest, pinning you down.

"Found you, detective," Floyd murmured from underneath his mask, the red eye glaring into you. It's so dark that it almost feels like it's blinding you. He presses a gun firmly into your neck, making you wince. "You've been a real pain, you know that?"