[Ethan's POV]
The freezing rain finally stopped an hour before dawn, leaving behind a thick, suffocating fog that rolled off the Dâmbovița River and swallowed the streets of Bucharest.
We moved like ghosts through the gray mist. I kept us off the main roads, navigating through narrow service alleys and broken chain-link fences. Claire stayed right on my heels, her reinforced briefcase clutched tightly to her chest. She was exhausted, shivering in her damp tactical gear, but she didn't complain once.
"Two blocks," Claire whispered, checking her encrypted phone under the cover of her jacket. "Strada Fierului. Iron Street."
"Keep your eyes open," I said, my hand resting on the grip of my Glock. "If Jake came this way bleeding, the Lupii might have tracked him here too."
