Chapter 29: Ghost City Ethan had to move. The photograph—cold, sharp, impossible to ignore—had turned the spotless Geneva apartment into a cage without walls. Someone knew where they were. Someone was watching. And the not-knowing, the quiet terror of who and why, ate at him like acid. Luca had been on encrypted calls for two straight hours, his voice low and tight as he spoke quick Italian to Silvio and the security team spread across the city. Ethan didn’t understand the words, but he understood the tone: urgency hidden under discipline, fear wrapped inside strategy. “I need to go out,” Ethan said, cutting through Luca’s third call. Luca’s head snapped up. He said something quick in Italian—aspetta, un momento—before lowering the phone. “Absolutely not.” “I can’t stay in here.” Ethan was already reaching for his coat, the one Luca bought him on their first day in Geneva. Dark wool. Smooth. Expensive enough to blend in. “I’ll lose my mind if I keep staring at these walls.” “E
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