By late afternoon, the hunt had finally yielded something.
Not certainty.
But enough.
Enough for Riley Styles to trust his instincts.
Enough to move.
---
The map inside his study had changed dramatically over the past several hours.
Most of the marked locations had been crossed out.
Eliminated.
Discarded.
Only one remained.
A small property sitting at the far outskirts of the city.
Remote.
Forgotten.
Surrounded by sparse woodland and abandoned industrial land.
The kind of place people ignored.
The kind of place Viper would choose.
---
Ethan stared at the remaining location.
"You think this is it."
It wasn't a question.
Riley was already reaching for his keys.
"Yes."
Ethan frowned.
"Based on what?"
Riley's eyes moved across the reports one final time.
"The deliveries."
"The utility usage?"
"No."
"The gaps."
Ethan blinked.
"The gaps?"
---
Riley nodded.
"The property has almost no recorded activity."
"Exactly."
"Which is impossible."
A pause.
