The night deepened as Alex crossed from the edge of Raval into the fringe of Sant Antoni. The streets widened, the lighting improved, but the air grew no safer.
He stopped in front of a shuttered tattoo parlour with a flickering neon rose above its gate.
“Of course, you’re here,” he muttered, rapping twice on the metal.
Moments later, the gate was unlatche…
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