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The decision was made. We had one option left—find Daniel Harrington before The Broker did. The only problem is no one had seen him in years. William gripped the steering wheel as we drove through the city, keeping to side streets. We were running out of safe places to hide. Aunt Marie sat in the back, silent, staring blankly out the window. I knew she was still processing Greg’s death. So was I. We were losing people faster than we were finding answers. And now, we were chasing a ghost. Meanwhile, my Mother is in Isolation I hated how distant Mom had become. Aunt Marie had reassured me that she was safe with her friend Angela, but safety wasn’t the same as living. I pictured her sitting by a window, staring out at a world that had stolen everything from her. She had lost my fa