Chapter 81
The morning light filtered through the gaps in the alley walls as Ravyn maneuvered Dante's borrowed sedan into the narrow space behind his apartment building. This route had become familiar over the past few days—a deliberately circuitous path that avoided main streets and surveillance cameras, that kept her car hidden from casual observation, that allowed her to visit her son without creating a obvious pattern that could be tracked or questioned.
She parked carefully, checking her mirrors one final time before exiting the vehicle. The alley was empty, as it usually was at this hour on a Sunday morning. Most of Dante's neighbors were still asleep or occupied with their own lives, paying no attention to the woman in professional attire making her way to the back entrance of the
