Tracking the Dead

***Rafael***

I looked at my watch with furrowed brows and stepped out of the car, my eyes drifting towards the door Milena had walked into almost 20 minutes ago.

She was taking a lot of time. Was something wrong?

I took a step towards the gate, halting as my phone vibrated in my suit jacket. I pulled it out and swiped up to answer, holding it against my ear. “I'll be in the office in a few minutes