Axel stormed into the safehouse, slamming the door behind him. "Gone? How the hell does someone vanish in the middle of an explosion?"
I stayed seated, running my hands through my hair. Mira's absence wasn't just a loss. It was a statement. Lorenzo wanted me chasing shadows while he stayed ahead.
"She didn't vanish," Nico said. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Someone dragged her out of there."
Axel shot him a look. "No kidding. The question is, where?"
"Every lead we have is a dead end," Sofia said, her laptop open on the table. "No cameras near the theater, no reports of suspicious movements. It's like they covered their tracks before they even started."
"That's because they planned this better than we expected," I said. My voice sounded calmer than I felt. Inside, I was unraveling.
