The city lights flashed behind tinted windows as the van rumbled down the winding roads. Tension thickened the air inside. James pressed a rag against Daniel Voss’s wound, his hands steady even as a tempest of emotion raged within him. The name, whispered by the dying man, was one that James could never have expected.
Nathan sat beside him, monitoring Voss’s difficult breathing. “He’s losing too much blood.”
That was when Lena tense her grip on the steering wheel. “We’ve got to get him to a safe place. Somewhere where they won’t be able to find us.”
James turned to Sarah. “Which is the nearest safe house?”
Sarah wavered, then opened a map on her tablet. “There is an abandoned clinic in the Old District. It’s been off-grid for years. We can hide there.”
James nodded. “Drive fast. We do
