I grabbed a towel and slung it around my shoulders. The gym was half-empty, lit by the lazy gold of late afternoon filtering through the high windows. Working out helps. Not just to stay nimble. Breaking into private collections and dodging motion sensors doesn't exactly allow for off days. But more than that... it quiets my thoughts. At least for a while.

"Yeah, right." Because when I’m still, my mind wanders. To Toshio, mostly. To the way his brow furrows when he’s on a case. To the way he’d die if he knew who he’s been chasing all this time. Cat’s Eye. Me. Us. I sighed and let the thought slide away. No time for guilt.