Dark Truths Revealed.

Nathan paced the room, his movements erratic, his mind churning as he wrestled with the weight of Richard's abduction. The locket Scarlett had given him was clutched tightly in his hand, it's cool surface grounding him even as his thoughts spiraled.

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," Alex muttered from the couch, his voice tinged with irritation. He leaned back, a cold pack pressed to his bruised face, though his eyes tracked Nathan's movements with growing concern.

Nathan ignored him, his thoughts snapping into place with sudden clarity. He stopped mid-step, turning sharply toward Alex. "Richard always has a tracker on his burner phone."

Alex raised an eyebrow, lowering the cold pack. "A burner phone with a tracker? That's... paranoid, even for him."

"It's not paranoia if it's proven necessary," Nathan shot back. "Years ago, something like this happened. Since then, he's never gone anywhere without some kind of backup plan."