The air around Unit 7 crackled with tense energy. Evelyn's eyes locked onto Ace burning with a fierce intensity as her mind raced through shadowy digital alleyways and scrolling forum posts—all pieces of a puzzle no one else could see.
She paced slowly, fingers tapping her chin as she muttered "Deke's usual haunts..." Her voice was low, almost a whisper, yet each word cut sharply through the silence.
"It has to be the pawnshop" she finally said narrowing her eyes. "That's where he hides in plain sight—laundering money, stirring trouble, selling stolen goods. It's full of people who don't ask any questions."
She paused, then said, "There's also that Dive Bar on 5th. You know the type where the cheap whiskey that burns all the way down, dim lights that hide more than they reveal. It's the kind of place people ignore. A perfect hideout for someone who wants to disappear without leaving town."
