The tension inside Damien's office was heavy, suffocating. The room, usually a place of silent authority and command, now thrummed with suppressed panic and urgency. Maps, photographs, and hastily scribbled notes littered the desk before him. A large monitor displayed satellite images and security camera feeds on a split screen. Each second ticking by felt like a blade against his spine.
It had been over four days.
Four days without Amara. Without Sera.
His men had turned over every rock, knocked on every door, interrogated every possible lead. And yet, nothing.
"Sir," one of his men, Briggs, entered the office without waiting for permission, phone in hand. "It’s Luca. He says he has something."
Damien turned his head quickly, stepping forward as he grabbed the device. "Luca? What do
