Hazel's POV

"There she is," Logan says. I lean off the walls of the building behind me and we follow her down the sidewalk. Apparently, she's one of the members of an underground team of hackers that get paid to do all kinds of stuff.

She seems young, maybe a teenager. We pick up the pace and circle her, stopping right in front of her. She freezes, staring between us, and then backs away with a nervous laugh.

"Can I help you?"

"You're Annie, right? My name is Hazel Ambrose and this is Logan," I say with a smile.

Her eyes grow even wider when she recognises me, but she's smart enough not to run.

"We need to talk," I add. She thinks about it for a while before she says, "okay."

"We can talk over lunch," I say turning to lead the way while Logan moves behind her to make sure she doesn't escape.

We watch her devour a sandwich and wait patiently. Once she's done, I ask, "are you a member of a group called 'daydream'?"

"I know who you are and I know what this is about. But I can't tell you anything," s