The drive back to the rental house was painfully quiet and nobody seemed interested in talking after Casey’s discovery.
Asset Four was alive. Not missing, not dead. Alive.
For the first time since we found the archive there was something we could actually find. Someone who might have answers. Someone who might remember things I didn’t.
Casey spent the entire ride glued to his laptop while he worked through databases, property records and old identity trails.
Drake sat beside me but neither of us spoke. The argument from earlier still hung between us.
Neither of us had apologized or were ready to. The silence felt uncomfortable. Not angry. Just disappointing and I hated it.
By the time we reached the rental house Casey already had leads. Several of them.
“Tell me something goo
