Mia turned around just in time to see the culprit who stepped out of the shadows. He was holding a tranquilliser gun in his hands. With a bald head and stockier build, he looked like the random thugs whom Mia used to see when she went to the underdeveloped regions of the city when she was accompanying Henry for a site inspection.
However, she was certain that she had never seen this man in her life. There was no way she would have forgotten that scar that ran from the left corner of his lips to his right eye.
Damn. She turned to look around her, but she didn't see anyone. And even if she could call someone, Mia knew that it was going to be useless. The tranquilliser shots were embedded in her skin, and she was just seconds away from passing out.
Was he the murderer? The one who was going around the city, killing women who shared the same features as her?
