SAGE
I paced the length of the safe house, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as frustration clawed at me. It had been hours—too many hours—and still, nothing. No calls. No clues. No goddamn location.
Hector sat at the table, his laptop open, eyes narrowed as he scanned the data his team was feeding him. His fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against the wood. He looked just as pissed as I felt.
"Anything?" I demanded.
"Not yet," he muttered, rubbing his temple. She covered her tracks well. No bank transactions, no phone activity, no cameras catching a damn thing."
I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair. "So what do we do? Just sit here while she—" I cut myself off, my chest tightening at the thought of what she could be doing to Mark.
Hector glanced up, reading my mind.
