Chapter 145: The Lead

The mood inside the Anderson Mansion had shifted. The heaviness of grief still hung low in the halls, but something new was building urgency.

"The police have a lead," Steve said, whispering to Mara, eyes scanning the faces of his siblings. "A solid one. They think they’ve narrowed Philip’s location down. Somewhere in North Holt. An abandoned airstrip near the old canning factory."