The driver spoke for the first time. “Oh, I know exactly what he is.”

The driver’s face was still in shadow.

The cab’s door clicked open. She scrambled inside. The driver — face hidden in shadow — said nothing. The meter started ticking.

Lucy watched it all. Then she checked the file’s metadata. The x264 encoding was clean, but the WEB.DL tag had a tracker she didn’t recognize. It traced back to a live IP address — not a server, but a moving GPS signal.

But the back door was open.

“Just drive,” she whispered. “Anywhere.”