The city was almost uniformly built out of the same grey granite stone that also dominated the landscape around it, which made one building hard to discern from the next. Alleyways and bridges, textures and shapes, all seemed to blur together to the woman. Faces, on the other hand, she was hyperfocused on. The particular cast of the eyes here, the shape of the mouth there. All full of a million little clues. Answers to the most important question on her mind.
Are they on to me yet?

Chapter One