And still, nothing definitive.
Every property tied directly to Daniel is either too visible, too maintained, or too close to pack influence to make sense as a hiding place. The absence is infuriating, because it confirms what Axel has already suspected.
“He’s not using anything that points back to him,” Axel says grimly.
“No,” I reply, staring at the map. “Which means someone else provided the location.”
Sophia folds her arms, studying the spread with narrowed eyes. “Or someone else owns it.”
The implication sits heavy.
Daniel didn’t need to risk direct involvement if he could leverage belief, if he could feed someone else just enough truth to turn them into a weapon. Devin fits that role too neatly, a human desperate to feel important, to feel heroic, to feel chosen.
“He needed som
