Asa's POV

"You found her?” My fingers flexed against the grip of my rifle.

I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, jaw clenching. Around me, the air still reeked of smoke, as Marco and our men began to drag corpses out of the warehouse, stacking them like firewood.

“Not yet.” Lydia replied calmly, unfazed by my tone. “But I have an idea of where they took her. We don’t have the exact coordinates yet — though we do know how to get them.”

I took a deep breath through my ...