As Riccardo’s phone buzzed again, he glanced at the screen, then looked at Vanessa. "They’ve checked the warehouse. It’s clear. We can head inside."
Vanessa gave a shaky nod, her hands clutching her purse tightly. Diego, fell into step beside her.
The air was still, too still for Vanessa’s liking. The building was tucked away at the edge of town, surrounded by cracked pavement and overgrown grass. Riccardo’s team had already formed a perimeter, their sharp gazes scanning the surroundings. Vanessa’s heart pounded as she followed Riccardo inside.
The warehouse smelled of grease and dust, and the faint whir of machinery hummed in the background. The dim lighting made it hard to see far, but Vanessa’s eyes scanned the open space, desperate for any sign of her children.
“Where are they?” sh
