The Dark Pact

About this book

The neon lights of downtown Chicago cast eerie shadows across the wet pavement as Maya Chen hurried down Michigan Avenue, her messenger bag clutched tightly against her chest. At twenty-four, she had grown accustomed to the city's late-night rhythm, but tonight felt different. The air itself seemed to hum with an electric tension that made her skin crawl. Maya worked as a freelance graphic designer, which meant irregular hours and even more irregular income. Tonight's client meeting had run late—a mysterious businessman who insisted on meeting at midnight to discuss a logo design for his "import business." She should have known better, but the promised payment was too good to refuse.