The day passed in its own rhythm. Ray had stayed just long enough to meet the family. Elena, warm as ever, expressed her gratitude to the man who had once guided her son. And just like that, Commander Ray of the Graveyard took his leave from Star Harbor, as quietly as he had arrived.
Another morning. Another day.
Miles guided his car through the streets toward the office. The city was alive outside his windows—horns, the hum of traffic—but inside, the cabin was silent except for the low rumble of the engine.
Then the dashboard screen blinked. A call.
He tapped it. "Yes, sis. What you got?"
Monica's voice came sharp and steady. "Boss, I went through the files you sent. I think I've heard about them before."
Miles slowed the car, pulling to the side. His expression shifted. "When?"
"In the Crimson Island," Monica said.
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "What? Do you have anything solid on them?"
