Meanwhile, inside the shabby apartment, Mia stepped out of her room, the door clicking shut behind her. Her eyes scanned the hallway with instinctual caution, but the silence confirmed what she already knew—she was alone.
She had just finished erasing every possible trace of her presence from the city's surveillance systems. Traffic cams, building security feeds, even the bakery's old rusted camera across the street—scrubbed clean. Nothing could link her to the task she had completed that evening.
It had gone smoother than expected. But smooth didn't mean safe.
She'd been warned—Kalix Andreas's men aren't easy to fool. They were trained to hunt ghosts, and Mia… she knew just how good they were. If they suspected even a hint of manipulation, they would dig her out of her hiding hole, even if it meant unearthing her bones.
