Seeing Ghosts

STRIKER

I keep staring through the windshield at the empty street where she disappeared, my mind spinning out of control. Holy shit. She's gone.

"...Boss."

He doesn't answer. So I turn to look at him.

Cade is sitting in the passenger seat with his head resting against the window, one AirPod still lodged in his ear. The music is loud enough that I can faintly hear it leaking out.

He's loo