The sedan's engine growled as Sasha Voss weaved through the city's rain-slicked streets, the black SUV tailing them a persistent shadow in the rearview mirror. Lena Hart gripped the armrest, her eyes flicking between the mirror and the pocket watch in her hand, its inscription—To my dearest Ellie, the key to our legacy lies where the river meets the sea—a quiet promise amid the chaos. Max sat tense in the back, the stolen ledger pressed against his chest, while Riley Kane clutched her camera bag, her earlier bravado muted by the gunshot that had shattered the car's rear window. Daniel Carter, wedged beside her, scribbled notes on his phone, his face pale but focused. The docks were close now, the air growing heavy with salt and diesel, but Vivian Whitmore's hunters were closer.
“Lose them
