The moment Jude stepped out of the lounge, the cool night air hit his face, but it wasn't enough to quiet the storm brewing in his chest.
His phone buzzed sharply in his pocket, dragging him out of his thoughts. Instinctively, he fished it out and glanced down at the screen, his brows furrowing when he saw the message notification from Kelvin.
"Sir, we've successfully tracked Mr. Tryson's location. We're en route to get him now."
Jude read the words twice, his thumb hovering over the screen, and despite himself, he felt a small ripple of relief pulse through his tense body.
Tryson was finally within reach — one less piece of the puzzle dangling in the dark.
But that relief was short-lived, fleeting at best.
He knew all too well that this wasn't the end; it wasn't even halfway done. Because the moment Tryson was in their hands, the next move would be finding Angel — and that mattered even more.
