CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT –GRIM DETERMINATION

As they disappeared into the night, leaving the warehouse and its illicit treasures behind, Jasmine felt a renewed surge of determination coursing through her veins. The Raven had struck the first blow, but the war was far from over. And Jasmine would stop at nothing to reclaim what was rightfully hers – even if it meant going to battle against the most elusive and dangerous adversary she had ever faced. The rain lashed against the windshield in percussive bursts, the steady thrum providing a grim accompaniment to the pall of silence that had settled over the car. Jasmine stared out into the inky night, her mind replaying the events at the warehouse in a endless, tormenting loop. So close. They had been so achingly, tantalizingly close to reclaiming her stolen masterpieces, only to have victory snatched from their grasp at the last moment. Gordon's gruff voice pierced the silence, laced with a weariness that spoke volumes of the toll their mission had taken. "We'll get another sho