I tear through the compound. The security footage confirms what my gut already knows: Rowan disabled the cameras in the east wing. She’s no fool. All those months watching me, she learned our security protocols well enough to slip through cracks I didn’t even know existed.
“Find them,” I order into the phone, voice so deathly calm it makes the army of grown men on the other end audibly flinch. “Every camera in the city. Every traffic light. Every f*****g convenience store. If you have to break into the goddamn NSA, do it. Just. Find. Them.”
“We’re trying, boss.” Dimitri sounds desperate. He’s smart enough to realize failure means death. “But she’s good. Really f*****g good.”
Eighteen hours. She’s been gone eighteen hours now, and we have nothing.
Not so much as a single security cam fr
