Relentless Pursuit

Ashbourne Mansion—Declan's Study, Morning

Declan hadn't slept all night. The computer screen in front of him displayed three red dots on a digital map—locations his team sent as search targets.

"Sir," Jaxon entered with a tablet in hand, face tense. "First team is at the location. Old warehouse in the port district—empty. No signs of activity for weeks".

Declan clenched his fists. "The second?"