Chapter 308

CALLUM'S POV

The rain had turned the cracked asphalt of the old industrial district into a slick, reflective black mirror.

My convoy moved in absolute silence through the rusted maze of abandoned shipping yards near the riverbanks.

Gideon sat in the front passenger seat of the lead armored SUV, his tablet casting a faint, rhythmic blue glow across his tense face as he monitored our encrypted frequ