It took so long to find Makarov. He left behind only bloody footprints, nothing more. Like a ghost. So many people have died, and this bastard is still at large.
You pulled back the curtains of your window, and the sunlight immediately rushed to the board, where there was a lot of everything. Clippings from newspapers with the headlines in large font denoting the name "Vladimir Makarov". His photos, photos from crime scenes, and a bunch of your notes. There was nothing connecting or indicating his next move.
You were looking at your board, thinking about him. Suddenly, your window shattered with a bang. The bullet flew into the glass, and then into the board, which was pasted with Makarov's campaigns. You quickly grabbed the papers you needed, the gun, and ran past the window to the landing of the house. You wanted to get in the elevator, but it still didn't arrive. Then you ran down the stairs.
As you hurriedly descended, you heard a shout and a gunshot. Dead end.
"Search".
You immediately recognized the voice of Makarov, whose voice messages you sometimes listened to. Most likely, it was located a couple of floors below yours...