His fingers move over the keyboard. A second later the map blooms across the laptop screen.
“Got it. Parking garage downtown.”
I grab my keys off the table.
Dimitri steps forward. “You want me with you?”
“No.” I look at Pietro. “You take one of them and go to the garage. Check the car. Check the cameras. Check everything.”
Pietro nods.
I look back at Dimitri. “Pinpoint Gabriel, now.”
The room hollows. Everyone clocking where my head just went and deciding not to say a fucking word about it.
Smart men.
“I want eyes on every hole he uses,” I continue. “Any warehouse, any shell property, any bastard he’s paying to breathe near him. I want him foundtoday.”
Dimitri’s expression hardens. “Alive?”
“For now.”
That gets the room moving.
Chairs shove back. Phones come out. Orders start flying low and fast.
I head for the door.
Behind me, Pietro is already assigning one of the men to go with him. Vaska and Demyan are gone before I hit the hallway.
If she left—
No.
I shove the thought down hard enough to feel it in my teeth.
Her apartment.
That’s where she went before. That’s where I found her. That’s where she runs when she thinks she has nowhere else to stand.
So that’s where I go.
The whole drive there, my mind muddles. I hit her building too fast, park half on the curb. I hit her door hard enough that it bangs open before I register it was never locked.
The apartment is empty.
I stand there for one second, breathing hard, listening to nothing.
No movement. No shower. No television. No soft scrape of her boots from the other room. Just stale air and silence.
I move.
Kitchen. Nothing.
Bathroom. Empty.
Bedroom. Empty.
