Gerald and Mako stood in the small surveillance room going through every street camera they could pull. Frame after frame showed nothing useful. The footage near Benson’s building had been wiped clean. No cars. No faces. No timestamps that led anywhere. It was a professional job.
Mako leaned back in the chair and rubbed his face. “Someone knew we were coming. This was not luck. Someone must have warned him.”
Gerald stared at the black screen. “The list of people who even knew the name Benson is short.”
“Very short,” Mako agreed.
Gerald pushed away from the table. “We are done here.”
They drove back to the warehouse in silence. The men already had Elliot secured in the same chair as before. His bandaged hands rested on his lap. His face was pale and tight with pain. When he saw Gerald
