Henry Pierce's warning still echoes in my mind as I end the call. A province-wide manhunt. Tristan Abbott has finally made his move, and the net is closing in faster than I anticipated.
Clara and Chloe stand beside me on the patio, their faces tight with concern. The peaceful domestic moment we shared over dinner feels like a distant memory now.
"What's happening?" Clara asks, her voice steady despite the fear I can see in her eyes.
"Trouble. Big trouble."
Before I can explain further, my phone buzzes again. This time it's Frank Duke, another contact within the martial arts community. I answer immediately.
"Frank."
"Aiden, thank God you picked up." His voice is strained, filled with barely controlled panic. "You need to disappear. Tonight."
"What exactly did you see at the meeting?"
"Abbott showed a photograph. Security camera footage from when you... when Tyson Tang died. The image quality is terrible, but anyone who knows you well enough could identify you."
