The Perfect Alibi

Previously

…I was Alex Vance, and while I loved a good scrape, I was starting to realize this particular scrape might be a lot bigger than I’d initially anticipated. The alley had given me more than just a cryptic clue; it had given me the unsettling certainty that I was not alone in this game. And that, in itself, was a treasure of sorts – the knowledge that the adventure was real, and the stakes were higher than I could have imagined. The sun dipped lower, casting the city in hues of orange and purple, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, that the night ahead would be long, and the whispers in the alley were just the beginning.