Chapter 17 - The Ambush In Greenwich Village
Rain began to fall over the quiet tree-lined streets of Greenwich Village as Jax sped through three red lights along Seventh Avenue.
He dialed Maya's cell phone four times, but each call went straight to her automated voicemail system.
A sudden spike of adrenaline hit his chest as he realized her signal was likely being jammed by tactical equipment.
He slammed his brakes near her brownstone building, jumping out of the vehicle with his weapon drawn under his coat.
The front door of her building was slightly ajar, the lock mechanism shattered by a silent hydraulic tool.
Jax moved up the carpeted stairs with ghost-like silence, his boots making no sound against the floorboards.
When he reached the third floor, he found Maya's apartment door hanging open, the living room inside completely turned upside down.
Furniture was flipped over, glass was shattered across the rug, and Maya's leather briefcase lay crushed near the fireplace.
"Maya!" Jax called out, sweeping his weapon through the dark kitchen and bedroom areas.
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The apartment was empty; there was no blood on the floor, but a small silver Zippo lighter sat in the center of the kitchen counter.
It was not Jax's lighter—it was engraved with the crest of the Sterling Syndicate of Los Angeles.
