A Knock at Midnight 1

The city hummed with the faint echoes of nightlife, but Jason Cross was focused. Seated in the backseat of a sleek taxi, he glanced at his phone, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Tonight was a crucial step forward, not just for his plans but for something more personal—Emily Grayson. 

He wanted to put the final nails in the coffin as soon as possible for her father. If he had managed to accomplish this, he would have had a lot less on his plate and he would have a good reward too.

The game had shifted. He was determined to make his next move.

Jason stepped out as the taxi rolled to a halt near Grayson Apartments, his polished shoes clicking against the pavement. The towering building loomed above him, its dimly lit windows giving the illusion of slumber.