I stood over Meilin’s lifeless body, her final words echoing in my skull like a war drum. "Find my grandmother… Daniel left something behind…" Her blood was still warm on my hands.
Then Mira’s voice buzzed through the Bluetooth in my ear.
"Nathaniel," she said, her tone sharp, "There’s movement from the alley behind the warehouse. A man just left in a black Chevrolet Suburban. Plates are fake. I ran a trace—it was clean. But he was there. He’s fleeing. I’m sending you his directions now."
I looked down at Meilin one last time. "Mira, get someone you trust to stay with her body. No cops. No army. Just someone you’d die beside."
"Copy. Be safe."
The engine of my car screamed to life as I peeled out of the alley.
The chase was on.
My tires burned against the gravel as I caught sight of
