Julian's POV
"Can you track the SUV?"
"We're trying. Might take time. But listen—this wasn't amateur. It was surgical."
The line buzzed.
"Keep going," I said. "Send me what you have."
I ended the call and looked up.
"They got her on camera."
"What?" Anna breathed.
"She was drugged. Taken. Black SUV. No plates."
Sebastian's jaw tensed.
Callum cursed—loud and bitter.
"She was so close," Anna whispered.
I nodded slowly. "But we're getting closer."
Because whoever took Elena?
They made a mistake.
They left a trail.
And I would burn the world to follow it.
I pulled up the footage Agent Carson sent. Grainy. Glitchy. But it was her.
Elena.
The second the car hit hers, she flinched. She stepped out—still cautious, still Elena—then crumpled when the cloth touched her face.
My throat tightened.
Anna moved beside me, looking at the screen.
"She didn't even have a chance," she whispered.
Callum's hand curled into a fist.
Sebastian leaned forward. "Pause it."
I did.
