The morning air was deceptively bright, almost pristine, filtering through the humid remnants of the previous night’s rain. It held the kind of eerie calm that always made Evelyn feel restless, a silence that hummed with unfulfilled expectations. She sat behind the wheel of her sleek black SUV, the expensive leather cool beneath her hands, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the steering wheel. The vehicle’s internal systems hummed to life around her as her phone’s Bluetooth connected with a soft, electronic chime.
Adrian’s voice, crisp and clear, came through the speakers.
“Did you get the file I sent?” he asked, his tone betraying a hint of the urgency they both felt. The file was the culmination of their clandestine work, the digital ghost of Dexter Carter finally brought
