CHAPTER 131

The city’s underbelly was alive with activity as Jessica, Phillip, and Clara made their way through the winding streets. The air was thick with the mingled scents of damp concrete, exhaust fumes, and the faint, lingering trace of the sea. The cacophony of honking cars and distant shouts was a sharp reminder that time was not on their side. Lane was a step ahead, and they needed to catch up quickly.

Phillip led the way, his eyes scanning the surroundings with the practiced ease of someone who had been in danger before. Jessica could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hand hovered near the gun hidden beneath his jacket. Clara followed close behind, her face pale but set with determination. The events of the past few days had clearly taken a toll on her, but she was pushing through it, focused on their shared goal.

The plan was simple, but execution would be anything but. They needed to find Lane’s hidden cache—the place where he kept his most damning secrets. Clara’s vague me