Xavier POV

“The closer I get, the louder my father’s voice becomes in my head.”

The refinery loomed like a carcass on the edge of the harbor rusted, hollow, and humming with ghosts.

The air was thick with oil and rain, the smell of iron heavy enough to taste.

Luca killed the headlights as we parked near the fence. The metal towers stood against the fog, their skeletal shapes cutting through the night.

He glanced at the tablet on his lap. “This is the place. Tatiana’s final ping came ...