Isaiah
Three, two, one.
The elevator doors opened, and Nico was already waiting in the underground garage.
“What do you mean Sven is missing?” I demanded. "He should be in prison!”
Nico grunted, "Yeah, he should be. Mac and Peter were supposed to deliver Sven to our contact in prison two days ago, but our guy says Sven never landed in the premises, and Peter and Max's trackers went off yesterday. Even the car they took, the signal is gone. It’s like they disappeared into thin air.”
A slow, searing burn crawled up my spine. This was becoming very irritating. I had danced this dance before. Some guy in the industry would decide he had to get rid of me, but I usually found out who it was in a few days. This was taking weeks.
“People don’t just vanish,” I muttered, several possibili
