Chapter 233

#100

I call Eli before Zeke’s even finished putting his own phone back in his pocket.

He picks up on the third ring, his voice thick and slow with sleep, mumbling something that sounds vaguely like my name before the rest of the sentence catches up to him.

“Lucia? What’s–”

“We have him,” I say, cutting straight through it, my heart already going too fast for pleasantries. “We have Ghost. Zeke got a hit.”

There’s a pause, followed by the rustle of him sitting up fast, the sleep draining out of his voice within a single breath. “Where.”

“A warehouse on the east side, near the old rail yard. Zeke’s already pulling the address up now.”

“Okay.” His voice sharpens further, and I can practically hear him swinging his legs off the bed, the sudde