The tracker pulsed slow and steady.
A red dot blinking across a digital map like a heartbeat waiting to flatline.
Selene gripped the device tight as Vincent drove through the winding backroads. The SUV cut through the smoke, tires biting into the wet pavement, trees looming on either side like sentinels from some forgotten war.
“She’s not running fast,” Vincent muttered, watching the road. “It’s like she wants us to follow.”
Darius sat beside Selene, loading fresh rounds into his Glock. “Because she does.”
Selene’s jaw locked. “Let her.”
The city had fallen away behind them. Now the path narrowed, leading into old industrial land, abandoned rail lines, defunct warehouses, scraps of a world Mireille had once ruled from the shadows.
The girl was somewhere out there.
Her daughter.
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