Mikhail
The warehouse district was a maze of abandoned buildings and empty lots, the kind of place where people disappeared and were never found. We'd been searching for three hours, following every lead, checking every possible hiding spot.
But there was nothing. No sign of Liliana, no trace of her kidnappers.
"Maybe we should head back," Viktor said, wiping sweat from his forehead despite the cold night air. "Regroup and try a different approach."
"No." I kicked at a piece of broken glass, sending it skittering across the concrete. "She's out there somewhere. Waiting for me."
"Mikhail," Dmitri said gently. "We've checked every building in a five-mile radius. If she was here, we would have found her by now."
"Then we expand the search." I snapped.
"We're exhausted. We're making mis
