Callum's POV
Soren's message hits after midnight.
One line. Then another.
Clinic street. The apartment over it. Holt's bike and her car went in and stayed. Lights on. Lights off. Nobody left that building.
I am in the car before I finish reading it.
I do not take the front drive. I do not take anyone with me. The city at this hour is mostly rain and the kind of empty humans believe in.
I know this street.
I searched it five years ago. Not because I had a lead. Because I had nothing left, and I was walking every city, every block, hunting for a ghost. There was no Paige on this street then. No scent. No trace.
They moved here in the last two or three years.
After I stopped looking.
The clinic sign is still lit. Warm in the dark. It pulls. I want closer. I know better. There is alr
