The master ledger.
The thing hidden with Nathaniel.
The thing my father never told me about.
“Where is it?” I asked.
My father turned the car onto a road leading toward the old industrial docks.
“In the one place no one would search twice.”
The sun was beginning to rise when the harbor appeared.
Old warehouses stood in rows along the water, their windows broken, their walls black with salt and years. The city had grown away from this place, leaving it behind like a scar no one wanted to touch.
At the end of Pier Nine stood a warehouse with rusted blue doors.
Mara’s screen flashed.
“We have movement inside,” she said. “Thermal shows five adults. One small heat signature.”
My breath stopped.
“Samuel?”
“Likely.”
I closed my eyes.
Alive.
My baby was alive.
My father parked behind a stack of containers. Security vehicles waited two blocks away, hidden. Men with earpieces stepped out of shadows.
