Safe House

The Miami night was heavy with heat, the air thick and oppressive, carrying the faint tang of salt and decay. ​ A lone figure moved through the shadows, his steps deliberate, his breathing steady. ​ Kent K. Fitchett had been here before—different city, different faces, but the same suffocating tension. ​ The same gnawing certainty that something was about to go wrong. ​ The safe house loomed ahead...