Valerica Steele Maximo

The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a flickering pink haze across the wet pavement of the downtown district. To anyone else, this was just another Tuesday night in the city. To Valerica Steele, it was the calm before the storm.

The man looked at the photo, then up at Valerica. He took a slow sip of his drink. "You have a reputation, Miss Steele. Persistent. Stubborn. Effective. But Maximo... Maximo is a concept, not a person. You cannot arrest a concept." valerica steele maximo

He nodded toward the exit. "The car is waiting outside. Do not be late." The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a flickering

"Watch me," Valerica challenged.