Wakes's POV
The satisfaction of watching Blake's pathetic BMW burn had been short-lived. Now, standing in my penthouse office with the city sprawling below me, I felt the familiar rush of a successful hunt... Well after we searched around, we saw a hut.
But I was already tired so I went back but before then we had already called some of Heron's men. So I left with my car while Heron and his men finished the job. They were very good at it.
Heron's report crackled through the encrypted line, his voice steady despite the storm's interference.
"We have her, sir," he said. "The extraction went smoothly. No complications."
I leaned back in my leather chair, swirling the amber whiskey in my glass. "And Blake?"
"Still searching the forest like a lost dog. By the time he realizes what happene
