Xavier's POV
I practically drove like a man possessed... The siren wasn't on, but I was weaving through traffic like it was. Every red light felt like a personal insult and every slow driver made me want to ram my fist through the steering wheel.
For the first time since arriving in New York, I actually had something.
A witness, a real witness. Not just rumors, not theories and not some idiot on the street claiming he had heard Lucifer's name whispered in a bar.
An actual survivor from Ironbound Yard... Someone who had been there, someone who had seen what happened and got hurt in the process, someone who might know who Lucifer was.
My pulse hammered with excitement.
This was it, this was the break I had been waiting for. The lead that would change everything and I could hardly keep calm. Though beside me, Sylvester sat unusually quiet and distracted which was weird... I expected the same level of excitement or maybe something close.
