Dominic
"What do you mean, 'lost contact'?" The words came out sharper than intended, slicing through the temporary command center we'd established at the secondary safe house.
James's second-in-command, Marcus, maintained rigid professionalism despite my tone. "Sir, all communication with the primary team ceased approximately twenty-seven minutes ago. Last confirmed contact placed them at the warehouse handoff location in Queens. Federal agents successfully departed with the evidence, but Mrs. Sterling and our security detail..."
He didn't need to finish the sentence. The absence of communication told us everything.
"Status of the evidence?" I demanded, forcing myself to focus on strategic priorities despite the ice forming in my veins.
"Confirmed delivery to Securities Commission he
