Chapter 401 The Vanishing Ghost - Brabdon Is Gone!

• The night was thick with silence, the kind that felt like a living, breathing thing, pressing in on them as they stood at the edge of the abandoned docks.
• The stench of salt and rust filled the air, mixing with something darker—the unmistakable scent of blood.
• Teresa’s fingers curled around the handle of her gun as she scanned the area, her pulse drumming hard against her ribs. Her father was dead. That chapter of her life was over. But this? This wasn’t over. Not until she had him.