Page 103 of The Dark Stranger
No one answered.
But the question didn’t need one.
Because whoever it was…
They weren’t walking away from this.
—
Outside the room, Jace moved fast.
Screens lit up one after another as he pulled CCTV feeds from every angle, they had access to—street cams, traffic routes, warehouse perimeter scraps, anything that could be stitched together into a picture.
Faces.
Vehicles.
Movement.
“Zoom that,” he muttered, sending commands through his comms. “I want IDs. I want names. Everyone who stepped foot near that site.”
Static cracked back. “We’ve got partial visuals. Uploading now.”
Jace’s eyes narrowed as images filled the screen—blurry figures, armed silhouettes, one frame catching just enough of a face to make something click.
“Yeah…” he murmured, jaw tightening. “I see you.”
Another voice cut in. “Boss—there were casualties on their side. Explosion took out at least two. Others scattered.”
“Not enough,” Jace said coldly.
His fingers flew across the keys again. “Track vehicles leaving the area. I want routes, plates, everything.”
Inside, through the glass, he could still see Silas.
Unmoving.
Hovering.
Watching her like the world outside that room didn’t matter anymore.
Jace exhaled slowly.
Because that right there?
That wasthe problem.
—
Back inside, time felt like it was dragging its feet on purpose.
The IV line was set. The bleeding cleaned. Monitors steady—but Becca…
Still wasn’t waking up.
“Come on…” Silas muttered under his breath, his hand finally finding hers, rough fingers wrapping carefully around her smaller ones, mindful of the bruising there.
Nothing.
