The afternoon sun hung low, warm light spilling over the glass walls of Star Central Mall. Security guards at the exit straightened and nodded respectfully.
"Good afternoon, boss," they said as Miles stepped out, Dion following close behind.
Outside, the air smelled faintly of asphalt and fried food from the nearby stalls. A black sedan purred at the curb, waiting with the rear door already open.
Dion had traded his weathered bike jacket for clean, well-fitted clothes. The change did nothing to hide the restlessness in his movements.
Miles walked straight to the driver's side. "I'll take the wheel this time."
Dion hesitated before climbing into the passenger seat, his voice carrying a note of unease. "So… where are we going now?"
Miles glanced at him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Your heart's beating fast, isn't it? Hold on tight. I'll drive fast. We've got a little way to go."
Dion's eyes narrowed. "She's not in Star Harbor?"
