Chapter 156

• Timur
• I got to the house just as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the cracked driveway. When our last search at the abandoned warehouse proved abortive, it was my best guess that Enzo had stuffed her in another one of his filthy hideouts. The bastard wasn’t going to risk shelving her in his house. That would have been too easy. And my guess was right.
• The place smelled damp and reeked of desperation.