They took Evelyn.
My mind was already running faster than I could breathe. She was gone—and we had nothing. No leads. No time.
I brought the phone back to my ear. "Anthony. Talk. What else do you know?"
He cursed under his breath. "Not much. I got to her apartment the second I saw movement on the tracker—but it was too late. Place was empty. Like, eerily empty. No sign of a struggle. Not even a hair out of place."
I gritted my teeth. "Then how do you know she was taken?"
"Because the tracker was thrown out the window into a garbage truck that was heading out of the district. Classic misdirect. I pulled some street footage—" I could hear keys clacking, the scraping of a chair. "There's a black van, unregistered plates, tinted windows. It's like someone copy-pasted the textbook on abductions."
I paced in front of the window, watching the reflection of the city lights flicker in the glass. "Any idea where they went?"
