Wilson's POV
"Where exactly is he?" I demanded, not hesitating as I snatched the phone from Collin. Tracking Specter Healer had drained my resources, and I couldn't let a single lead slip through my fingers.
"The signal's coming from the west side, Willow Rodney," Collin replied, tapping the map. "Residential district—ideal for blending in. Specter Healer could be hiding there."
Collin frowned at the moving red dot. "But it keeps jumping around. Specter Healer must've caught on and is playing games with us. We stick to the signal, we'll catch him."
"Move," I ordered.
Collin wasted no time leading us forward. We trailed the red dot to a fitness area on Willow Rodney. People jogged and worked out on various machines while elderly folks wandered around or huddled over chess games.
"Mr. Shaw, maybe Specter Healer's one of the older residents," Collin suggested, scanning the crowd while checking his phone.
