Storm outside

Tristan

“Damn it!” I hissed under my breath slamming my fist hard on the table in the empty warehouse, the sound echoing through the space.. “I’m too late.”

By the time we got here, they were already gone.

One of the cops ran in, slightly out of breath. “Sir! You guys have to see this!” he called.

We followed him outside, and on the ground were fresh tire marks, deep and clear.

“They must’ve known we were coming,” Dante said beside me, crouching to get a closer look. He insisted on coming and I was just in too much of a hurry to refuse him.

“Yeah,” I muttered, jaw tight. “They evacuated fast.”

I stared at the tracks a moment longer, my mind racing. She was here. And now… she was gone again because I wasn't fast enough.

My phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Allen’s name flashing on the screen.

I answered and placed it against my ear.

“Did you get them?” he asked.

“No,” I said, my voice low. “We’re too late. Somehow they knew we were coming, and he ran off with her. I’m