He moved quickly, opening the rear door for us.

“Get in,” Luke said, guiding me inside.

Nadia climbed in after me, pulling the door shut.

The tinted glass instantly blocked out the damp air of the garage.

Luke stood outside the window for a second, his face pale under the yellow garage lights.

He gave me a single, firm nod.

Then he turned and walked toward a silver sedan parked nearby, Vivian following close behind him.

The SUV pulled forward, its tires gripping the wet concrete as we headed for the exit.

I looked back through the rear window.

The silver sedan was already moving, heading toward the main street.

The rain poured down in sheets as we rose to the street level.

The city was a blur of yellow taxi lights and gray concrete.

Nadia held my hand, her fingers cold and tight.

“Do you think Marco can find him?” she asked. “The notary?”

“He has to,” I said.

I looked down at my lap, where my phone sat.

The screen suddenly lit up, casting a pale blue glow over my fingers.