Alex’s POV
The weight of the drive in my pocket felt heavier with every step. I scanned the train station, my hand resting on the concealed weapon at my side. Monalisa’s ambush had left us shaken but not broken. Isabella’s defiance had been a beacon in the chaos, and now, we had to finish what we started.
“Do you see him?” Isabella whispered beside me, her voice steady despite the tension in her eyes.
I shook my head, scanning the crowd. The contact should have been at the bench near the eastern exit, but the area was deserted. My gut twisted. Something was wrong.
“We can’t linger here,” I said, steering Isabella toward a nearby alcove. “Monalisa’s people could still be watching.”
Oracle’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Status?”
“The contact isn’t here,” I replied, keeping my
