The flight to Istanbul was long and tense.
Slade sat in the back of the private jet, staring at the message on his phone. *You killed my daughter. Now I'm going to kill everything you love.* The words echoed in his mind, a threat from a ghost. The real Raven. A woman who had been hiding for decades. A woman who was now hunting him.
Ember sat beside him, her hand on his arm. "We'll find her. We'll stop her."
"I know. But I'm worried about what she'll do before we do."
"She's grieving. Grief makes people reckless. She'll make mistakes."
"Or she'll be more dangerous than ever."
Lyric approached, her tablet in hand. "I've been analyzing the message. The encryption matches the pattern from the Grid's bunker. The real Raven is definitely connected to Cross's network."
"Can you trace her l
