The tag expanded.
A name appeared at the top of the archive directory.
PIPELINE / FIELD ASSETS
He opened the connected records.
Names populated the screen one by one.
Some marked deceased.
Some unresolved.
A few recently accessed.
Sage exhaled slowly.
“Well,” he murmured.
Names populated the screen one by one.
He tilted his head slightly as he scanned the list, curiosity sharpening.
“Okay,” he said quietly. “Someone’s digging through old files.”
Now he looked up at Law.
The laughter across the room faltered.
Chairs scraped as people shifted closer to the counter.
Memphis leaned forward, squinting at the screen. “What ghosts?”
Sage scrolled through the archive entries, bringing the list into clearer view. Names stacked down the column—some marked deceased, others unresolved.
“Lost boys,” Sage said.
The room went still.
Micah’s shoulders tightened slightly as he stepped closer to the counter.
Sage noticed.
They’d traded enough street stories over the months for Micah to know exactly what Sage meant.
Sage flicked another file open.
“Most of these guys disappeared years ago,” he said, tapping the screen. “But three records were accessed recently.”
“Accessed by who?” Memphis asked.
Before Sage could answer, the door swung open again.
Viper stepped inside.
He didn’t ask what was going on. His gaze went straight to the laptop.
“Why is someone digging through dated records?” Law asked.
