Francis’ POV
Declan and Daxton had left hours ago. I had been wandering around the outside of different buildings ever since without any success. I wasn’t an i***t, there was no way I was heading into any of these places without one of the guys at my back. That didn’t mean I hadn’t used my time wisely. I had gotten myself up to some of the windows, checking inside through the broken panes to see which had any kind of internal buildings.
The ones that were all open plan, I had marked down on a scrap of paper, figuring we could sprint through those quickly for signs of Dakota before moving on.
I hadn’t seen a soul the entire time I had been here, the whole area seemed to be abandoned, there wasn’t even a guard asking me what I was up too, hanging around alone.
Rounding the corner of yet
