Chapter Eleven: Dawn hadn’t yet broken, but the city was already stirring, mist curling around street lamps like ghostly fingers. Billy and Evelyn slipped through narrow alleys, the Luoshen secured in a reinforced case that hummed faintly with protective energy. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by anticipation, fear, and the knowledge that they were now in deeper waters than ever before.Billy’s mind was a storm. Every clue they had gathered from Liam’s recent heists pointed to someone far smarter, far more dangerous than the reckless man they had been chasing. Someone orchestrating events from the shadows, someone who could anticipate moves, manipulate outcomes, and leave destruction in their wake without ever revealing themselves.“We need information,” Billy murmured, his eyes scanning the dim, rain-slick streets. “Not hints. Not warnings. The source.”Evelyn’s hand gripped his arm. “We start with Liam. He’s careless, he leaves traces. He’ll lead us somewhere—or