The door slammed shut.
For a moment, I let the mask crack.
I ripped the earpiece from my ear and hurled it into the dashboard.
“Dammit!”
My fist slammed into the steering wheel once. Twice.
“I was minutes behind.”
Jace’s voice came faintly through the speaker before I tore the connection completely.
“We’re going to find them, boss. She’ll be fine.”
Lionetti.
Jenna.
Izzy.
I will rip them apart until they beg to tell me where she is.
I threw the car into gear.
I wasn’t chasing the storm anymore.
I was hunting.
I went straight to her house.
Alone.
Jace met me there with equipment cases and backup servers.
The house was quiet.
Warm.
It still smelled like her.
Vanilla. Smoke. Something soft underneath.
It made my chest ache.
Jace moved quickly, setting up equipment in the basement to reroute surveillance feeds we’d intercepted earlier.
I didn’tfollow right away.
Instead, I walked through her house slowly.
Every detail felt personal now.
Her living room.
The fire still low in the pit.
Two wine glasses on the table.
