SAGE POV

I paced the length of the safe house, my arms crossed tightly over my chest as frustration clawed at me. It had been hours—too many hours—and still, nothing. No calls. No clues. No goddamn location.

Hector sat at the table, his laptop open, eyes narrowed as he scanned the data his team was feeding him. His fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against the wood. He looked just as pissed as I felt.

"Anything?" I demanded.

"Not yet," he muttered, rubbing his temple. "She covered her ...