DANIEL’S POV
The basement felt like a cage. Every second we sat here staring at screens, the police were getting closer to Ivory’s front door. I was pacing the length of the concrete floor, my shadow stretching long and jaded against the wall. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to find whoever put that bag in her locker and snap their hands off.
"Okay, here is the crazy plot twist!" Zeke shouted, slamming his palm onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot, making Ivory jump. "This individual? He is a ghost, Dan. He is one of those dark web bottom feeders. They take any job...framing kids, wiping servers, whatever as long as the crypto clears. Completely anonymous."
I stopped pacing and stepped over to Zeke, loitering over his shoulder. I didn't care about the guy's resume. "I need
