Vincent’s pov
I walked into the small, crowded cafe on the corner of the avenue. This was the exact neighborhood establishment that Levi had told me about during our late-night briefing. According to his tracking data, the woman, Sarah, usually came here every single morning because it was located only a block away from her apartment building.
I was currently wearing something that one could call a disguise, though it was relatively minimal. It was not common knowledge among the general public that I was married to Rachel, but my face was still well known in the upper echelons of the financial world. To obscure my identity, I had put on a pair of thick, black-rimmed reading glasses, and I had styled my hair forward so that it completely covered my forehead.
Levi himself was far too wel
