KAEL
The command center had become my entire world.
Seventy-two square feet of tactical displays, satellite feeds, and digital maps that might as well have been searching for a ghost. My eyes burned from staring at screens. My jaw ached from clenching. Coffee had stopped working hours ago, I was running on pure adrenaline and rage now.
Aria had been gone for too long, and we were no closer to finding her than we'd been when I'd left the hospital with Ewan's folder.
"Sir." Hayes appeared at my elbow, tablet in hand. "Surveillance team just cleared the warehouse on Fifth. No sign of activity. Building's been abandoned for months."
Another dead end.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. That made three locations we'd cleared in the past twelve hours. Three properties connected to Los Fantasmas through shell companies and financial traces that led nowhere.
They were good at hiding.
Too good.
