Flashback continues…
Rain poured endlessly over Paris, turning the streets into mirrors of blurred lights and restless movement. Water streamed down rooftops, gathered along the pavements, and tapped rhythmically against every surface it could find.
Inside the safehouse, the sound of rain blended with the quiet hum of the monitors.
Ghost stood still, eyes locked onto the live feed.
The blue car.
Gone.
His gaze sharpened instantly.
A subtle shift in his posture revealed the change in his mind. He replayed the last few seconds in his head, every movement, every turn.
That turn.
It was not part of the usual pattern.
Without hesitation, he dialed.
"What happened?"
The voice on the other end responded quickly.
"We lost him, Lead. I got stuck at a red light. He entered a crowded area and disappeared. I could not track him further."
Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I did not see any external interference. Was anyone following him?"
