The cold air of the city felt like a new start as I rode toward the shipyard. The Ghost hummed beneath me, a steady vibration that was the only thing keeping me grounded. In my jacket pocket, the folder containing the deeds to the Everglades felt like a trophy I had won.
The hangar doors hissed open. The Blood-Hounds were there, lounging in their human forms, the tension of the previous days replaced by a restless, wary peace. Viper was the first to see me. He stood up from a grease-stained crate, his eyes scanning my face for a sign of what had happened.
“I got it,” I said, my voice sounding flat and hollow in the vast space.
I pulled the folder from my pocket and tossed it onto the workbench. Cane emerged from the back office, his presence as overwhelming as ever, Nara trailing behin
