Lucian moved through the space methodically, his hands working quickly but carefully. The place was secluded, an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city that nobody bothered with anymore. Perfect for keeping someone off the grid. Perfect for making sure no one asked questions.
Now it needed to look like no one had ever been here.
He wiped down surfaces, his cloth moving in steady strokes across metal railings, door handles, anything Troy might have touched. The rag was damp, leaving thin trails of moisture that evaporated almost immediately in the cold air. He moved from one spot to the next without pause, his eyes sharp, scanning for anything he might have missed.
He gathered the few items left behind, a chair with rope marks carved deep into the armrests, some scattered tools that
