Abandoned Apartment – 2:47 AM

The door swung open with a creak, the dim glow of a streetlamp barely illuminating the wreckage inside. Papers scattered across the floor. A shattered lamp. A deep red stain smeared on the edge of the coffee table.

Price stood in the doorway, his fingers tightening around the phone in his hand. No answer. No response. Just silence.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath.

Footsteps echoed behind him. Ghost stepped into the room, scanning the scene with cold calculation. His gaze landed on the broken phone on the floor, then on the overturned chair near the kitchen.

“She didn’t leave on her own,” Ghost said, voice unreadable.

Price exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his beard. “No. She didn’t.”

Soap appeared next, glancing at the mess before exchanging a look with Gaz. “Tell me we’ve got eyes on her.”

Gaz shook his head, face grim. “Nothing. No calls, no bank activity. It’s like she vanished.”

Price’s jaw clenched. He knew this was coming. Knew the bastard wasn’t going to let her walk away. But seeing the empty space where she should be—where she should’ve been safe—lit something dangerous inside him.

He turned to Ghost. “Find him.”

Ghost nodded once. “And when we do?”

Price didn’t hesitate. “We make sure he never takes her again.”