XAVIER’S POV

Power leaves footprints and my father never learned to cover his own.

The room was silent except for the steady hum of the servers.

Lines of code flickered across my screen flight logs, authorization stamps, timestamps. All of them bore one name threaded between the noise.

Charles Black.

I’d been tracking his jet since dawn. It wasn’t unusual for my father to move between cities, pretending to “oversee” business ventures or charm investors.

But the last 48 hours had been ...