Chapter 71

• •MATTEO’S POV•
• The soft hum of the car’s engine was the only sound cutting through the silence between us. Anthony sat in the passenger seat, eyes scanning the buildings as we passed by, though I could tell his mind was elsewhere—probably on the conversation with my father from last night. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. We had a lead to chase. Fantasma—the Ghost. Ethan’s tip had been vague, nothing more than a code name and the name of a bank account where money was sent to Sebastian, but it was more than we had a week ago.
• I tightened my grip on the wheel as the city lights blurred around us. “I talked to the contact at the bank this morning,” I said, breaking the silence. “They confirmed that the account was real but...”