Chapter 164: A game of shadows

Alex POV: Under the cloak of twilight, Alex slipped through the peaceful streets of New York. His footsteps were a silent promise of the mischief to come. He was a shadow. A whisper just beyond perception as he neared Rick and Lizzie's apartment. With the precision of a cat, he surveyed the building. Noting every possible entry and exit, the cameras blinked in the dark. And the patterns of the patrolling guards. Alex's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, Caught the subtle sway of curtains, The flicker of a TV screen, The rhythm of life within the walls that he was about to disrupt. He memorized the layout, the timings, and the habits of his unsuspecting targets. He was the maestro, and the night was his symphony. The quiet before the crescendo of his caI double-checkered scare. The game was afoot. Alex, with a grin only the moon could see, was ready to play. **** As the clock struck the hour of their wedding, Alex's fingers danced over his phone, We are crafting a message to