Chapter 15: Victor’s Recording
****Dante’s POV****
The ocean was behind us now, replaced by the misty cliffs and rolling hills of southern France. I hated being this exposed—land travel always made me feel more vulnerable than water. There were too many directions danger could come from.
We drove a stolen Mercedes down a winding road into Marseille. Nico had picked it up at a safe contact who owed him a favor. Isabelle sat beside me in the passenger seat, her eyes scanning the map and digital tracker Vega had left us before the compound exploded.
“According to this,” she said, tapping the screen, “the rendezvous point is less than twenty minutes away.”
I didn’t take my eyes off the road. “Still think it’s safe?”
“No,” she said simply. “But Vega planned it as a dead drop. Whoever left
