AI The abandoned Tube station was supposed to be off-limits. That was the official line, anyway—the kind of thing they scribbled on yellowed signs and tucked behind rusted gates. But Quinn had seen the signs before. She’d seen the gates, too, and the way they bent under the weight of time and damp, the way the padlocks rusted open like old teeth. The station wasn’t abandoned. It was just waiting.
She stepped over the threshold with the precision of a soldier disembarking from a transport, her boots clicking against the uneven concrete. The air smelled of wet stone and something older, something that clung to the back of her throat like smoke. The fluorescent lights above flickered , casting long, jagged shadows that stretched like fingers across the cracked walls. The station’s name—*Camden Road*, if the faded sign was to be believed—had long since been painted over, though the letters still bled through in places, ghostly and uneven.
Eva Kowalski was already there, crouched beside a body. Her red curls were tucked behind one ear, a nervous habit Quinn had come to recognize. She wore her round glasses like armor, the lenses reflecting the dim light. A leather satchel sat open beside her, its contents spilling onto the ground—books, a notebook, a half-empty flask of something amber and strong.
“You’re late,” Eva said without looking up . Her voice was steady, but her fingers twitched as she adjusted the gloves on her hands. “Thought you’d never get here.”
Quinn didn’t answer. She moved to stand beside Eva, her sharp jaw set, her brown eyes scanning the scene. The body was that of a man in his late thirties, dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it had been pressed within the last hour. His face was slack, his skin an unnatural gray, as if he’d been drained of blood—or something worse. A single bone token, small and white, lay clutched in his stiff fingers. The kind of thing that got you past the gates of the Veil Market.
“DS Morris would’ve been here by now,” Quinn murmured, more to herself than to Eva . She crouched beside the body, her gloved fingers brushing the man’s wrist. No pulse . No breath. Just the cold, damp weight of death.
Eva exhaled sharply . “Morris would’ve been here with a team. With backup. With *rules *.”
Quinn didn’t rise to the bait. She turned her attention to the body’s pockets. A wallet, a phone, a small brass compass with a patina of verdigris. The needle was still, as if it had no direction to point. Quinn picked it up, turning it over in her fingers. The casing was etched with sigils—protective, she thought, though she wasn’t sure. The kind of thing that made her skin prickle.
“You recognize this?” Eva asked, nodding at the compass.
Quinn didn’t answer. She set it down carefully , then turned her attention to the body’s face. The man’s eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. No signs of struggle. No defensive wounds. Just… surrender.
“No forced entry,” Eva said, following her gaze. “No signs of a struggle. He just… stopped.”
Quinn stood, brushing the dust from her knees. “That’s not how it works.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “What do you mean?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the far wall, where a cluster of bone tokens had been scattered like discarded confetti. Some were whole. Others were broken , their edges jagged. She picked one up, turning it over in her palm. The bone was human—she could tell by the texture, the faint imprint of cartilage where it had once connected to flesh.
“These aren’t just tokens,” Quinn said. “They’re *keys *. And they don’t open doors. They open *other things *.”
Eva swallowed. “Like what?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She walked to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva joined her, crouching beside her. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s breath hitched. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva joined her, crouching beside her. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s breath hitched. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just… a man who had walked into this station and never walked out.
“He wasn’t killed here,” Quinn said. “He was *taken *.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “Taken where?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, walking to the far end of the station, where the tracks curved into darkness. The air grew colder here, the damp seeping into her bones. She crouched, running her fingers along the edge of the tracks. Fresh. Wet. Like something had been dragged here recently.
“There’s blood,” she said. Not the man’s. Thinner. Darker. Fresh.
Eva’s breath hitched. “Whose?”
Quinn didn’t answer. She stood, brushing the dust from her knees again. “Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t want to be found.”
Eva’s fingers tightened around the edge of her satchel. “You think it’s connected?”
Quinn didn’t look at her. She walked to the body, crouching beside it again. The man’s suit was pristine , his tie still knotted just so. No signs of a scuffle. No signs of struggle. Just