“Elijah’s gone.”
The words rang in my ears like a gunshot.
I didn’t hesitate. I stormed down the hall barefoot, heart pounding like war drums. Matteo was at my heels, breath ragged.
“When?” I barked.
“Ten minutes ago. Maybe less.”
“Surveillance?”
“Offline. Someone inside knew exactly how to cut the feeds.”
Inside.
It was always someone inside.
I burst...