Low Light

He has a vision and no idea how to build it. She has built everything — and walked away from all of it. Neither of them should be here. The syndicate has two members. No territory. No reputation. No money worth counting yet. Just a rookie who refused to stop dreaming small and a veteran who has lived every level of the criminal world — from street corners to international operations — and chose, against every instinct she has ever trusted, to follow him anyway. He sees the destination. She knows every road that leads there and every way those roads get people killed. Together they are either the most dangerous thing this city doesn't know about yet — or the shortest story ever told. Low Light is a dual POV crime fiction novel told in alternating perspectives. His chapters burn. Hers cut. Between them lives a world of neon soaked city streets, razor thin trust, and two people learning — at very different speeds — what it actually costs to build something from nothing in the dark. This is Chapter 0 — a prologue. A first step. If this world means something to you, let me know in the comments. Your feedback is what decides whether this story continues. It begins on a Tuesday. See if it pulls you in.