Chapter 18 THE EMPTY CHAIR

(Zuri POV)

The radio stayed silent.

Too silent.

I stood beside Bishop, staring at it like I could force Amani's voice through sheer will.

Nothing.

No static.

No breathing.

No curse from Rex.

No Saint telling us the signal was weak.

Nothing.

I checked the clock.

Twenty-three minutes.

They...

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