The tires of the motorcycle screeched to a violent halt against the gravel. By the time Tate arrived at the exact coordinates, a suffocating silence hung over the structure. There were no idling cars, no lookouts, no murmurs of life. The building stood like a hollow shell in the fading light.
Tate didn't hesitate. He kicked the wooden doors open, the wood splintering under his boot as he and his men burst into the building, guns drawn and ready for blood.
The interior was completely stripped of life. No one was in sight.
"Grace!"
Her name tore from his throat, a raw sound that echoed uselessly off the bare concrete walls. He sprinted through the corridors like a madman, kicking down doors, tearing through rooms, his hands ripping apart anything left behind. He checked every closet, eve
