Dennis's POV
I stormed into my office, slamming the door so hard the windows shook. My chest heaved with barely contained rage as I threw my jacket onto the chair.
The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating, as if even it was bracing for the storm I was about to unleash.
Greg’s escape. Aurora’s abduction. Betrayal on all fronts.
It was unimaginable.
How did it come to this?
The phone on my desk buzzed, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I snatched it up, the cord jerking violently with the force of my grip. “What?” I barked into the receiver, my voice sharp enough to cut glass.
“Sir,” came the hesitant voice on the other end, one of my men. “We’re still tracking Greg’s location, but he’s really staying off the grid. No known contacts are willing to cooperate. We are…”
“Then
