I look up from the ammunition for the first time since seeing that video. “Where is he?”
“Dr. Lewis is treating him at the clinic. He has a concussion and broken ribs, but he’s conscious and talking.”
“What did he see?”
“Two vans in a coordinated attack. They took out his vehicle first, then went for Sabrina’s car. It was a professional operation, not random street crime.”
I finish loading the magazine and slam it into my weapon with more force than necessary. “Did he get a look at any of the attackers?”
“Negative. They were wearing masks and tactical gear, but he confirmed how they got her out of the apartment.” Maksim leans against the workbench, his expression grim. “There was a phone call telling her Jessie was in an accident and en route to Jurgen Medical Center on Industrial Boulevard.”
“There is no Jurgen Medical Center on Industrial Boulevard.”
He nods. “No, there isn’t, but she didn’t know that. She just heard her best friend was hurt and needed her.”
They didn’t just take her randomly or wait for an opportunity to present itself. They studied her, learned about her relationshipsand vulnerabilities, then crafted a lie specifically designed to make her abandon caution and rush into danger. “I want every tool at our disposal. All resources.” I holster my weapon and grab a tactical vest from the equipment rack. “Do we have any eyes on this? Satellite surveillance? Facial recognition? Traffic cameras?”
“Teams are already pulling feeds from every camera in a five-mile radius of the abduction site. If they’re using one of Vadim’s known properties, we’ll have coordinates within the hour.”
Vadim. This has his signature all over it—the careful planning, the psychological manipulation, and the use of an innocent as bait. He’s been planning this since the failed raid on his safehouse when his people didn’t kill me as planned. He’s probably waited for the perfect opportunity to make me desperate and off-balance.
“Pull every file we have on his operations and look for anywhere he might take her for an extended stay.”
Maksim nods. “Already in progress. I’ve got teams checking every location we know about and several we only suspect.”
My phone buzzes with an incoming call from one of our surveillance specialists. I answer without pleasantries. “What do you have?”
“Got a hit from a traffic camera six blocks from the abduction site has a hit. The vehicle’s registered to a shell company we’ve linked to Vadim’s network before.”
“Plates?”
He has an immediate answer. “Stolen, but we tracked the route. They headed south toward the warehouse district.”
“How long ago?”
“Timestamp shows forty-three minutes. They had a significant head start, but we’re narrowing the search area.”
I end the call and turn to Maksim, who’s been monitoring radio chatter from our field teams. “Is there anything from the ground units?”
“Two possible locations tentatively identified. There’s an abandoned textile factory on Pier Street and a storage facility off Highway Nine. Both properties have connections to Vadim’s organization.”
I nod. “Split the teams. Hit both simultaneously.”
He hesitates fractionally. “What if she’s not at either location?”
I barely glance at him as I stuff several magazines in my vest. “We keep looking until we find her and Elizabeth.”
A new call comes in from our tech specialist, and I answer on the first ring. “Talk to me.”
“Coordinates are confirmed. There are heat signatures detected at the storage facility indicating multiple occupants.”
The information sends adrenaline coursing through my system with the intensity of an electric shock. They found her. After less than an hour of searching, we have a location and confirmation that she’s alive. “How many hostiles?”
“Best estimate is four to six individuals. Thermal imaging shows defensive positions around the perimeter.”
“Weak points in their setup?” I ask quickly.
He’s already answering before I finish the last word. “The loading dock on the east side appears to be their blind spot. It has a single guard rotation with minimal coverage.”