Elias vanished into an alleyway, his boots leaving no prints on the wet pavement. He was the architect of silence, the master of the void. And like his work, he remained perfectly, terrifyingly untraceable.
The rain in Seattle didn't just fall; it erased. For Elias Thorne, a digital cleaner whose business card—if he had one—would simply read , the weather was a perfect professional courtesy. subtitle Untraceable
Elias closed the laptop. He felt a familiar, cold satisfaction. He was the only person on Earth who knew Arthur Vance had ever existed. Elias vanished into an alleyway, his boots leaving