Xavier POV

“Some ghosts leave footprints and some just change their names.”

The car’s tires hissed against wet asphalt as the city faded behind us.

The rain had thinned to a mist, just enough to smear the light across the windshield like oil.

Luca sat in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the monitor balanced on his knees. Zayne hadn’t said a word since we left the canal.

“Are the signals still active?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Barely,” Luca muttered. “It’s bouncing ...