“Three… two… one.”
Mark’s voice was low and clipped with authority as he motioned for the breach. Guns raised, the team surged forward in a wave of coordinated movement, boots pounding against the soft earth as they closed in on the weathered hunting cabin nestled deep in the woods.
He kicked open with a sharp crack, wood splintering as Mark stormed inside first, followed by the rest of the tactical unit. His eyes swept every corner, every shadow.
“Clear!” came the call from the left room.
“Clear over here!”
Ronnie clutched the frame of the front door, her heart pounding like a war drum. Her eyes flicked from shadow to shadow, desperate for a flash of blonde hair, a small frame, any sign of Theo.
“Clear!” the last officer called from the back.
Mark moved toward a room down a narrow
