Xavier POV

“When the past starts burning, you either run or walk straight into the fire and call it justice.”

Rain hit the windshield in a hard, relentless rhythm as I cut through Midtown traffic.

Luca’s voice filled the car, rough and steady through the speaker.

“We’ve got movement, boss. The plate you gave me—Tatiana’s driver. She was run off the road about ten minutes ago.”

My fingers tightened on the wheel. “Location.”

“FDR Drive, southbound. City patrol’s en route, ...