Xavier POV

“When you chase a ghost, you forget it can still bleed you.”

The radar flickers like a dying heartbeat.

Every second, the green pulse sweeps across the screen, and every time it comes back clean, my stomach knots tighter.

“He’s up there,” I mutter, leaning over Luca’s shoulder. “I can feel it.”

Luca’s fingers fly over the keyboard, patching into civil aviation feeds, military towers, and private satellite routes.

Sweat beads at his temple. “Feelings don’t ...