CHAPTER TWENTY''SIX

Christopher.

After that scary call from Elisa, the five of us made our way to the place where her cell phone had last recorded her location. Arriving there, we find the car destroyed and Brian's body perforated with several shots, blood stains on the car, which is frightening. What if Elisa is dead? We looked everywhere, and nothing. Not a sign.

We are nervous and I can't stand being without information anymore, thinking about what could have happened or what is happening to her. Who was the son of a bitch?

We head to our shed and, partially calm, talk to our hackers, who secretly work for us, running illicit services, and try to investigate where she might be. Since her cell phone no longer shows any sign of life, we search for the security cameras on the street, which may have captured the moment those bandits motherfuckers grabbed her, even recording the license plate number of the vehicle used.

I pace back and forth impatiently.

"Have you found any leads yet?"

“Not yet, my lord. W