The war room looked like a crime investigation.Maps covered every surface—large-scale territory grids pinned to corkboards, smaller regional blow-ups taped across tables, red string connecting dots like a spiderweb. Laptop screens glowed with satellite imagery: overhead views of Verdant Sanctuary’s sprawling grounds, thermal scans showing heat signatures in the basement levels, security camera feeds frozen on empty corridors. Legal pads were scattered everywhere—notes scrawled in frantic handwriting, crossed-out leads, phone numbers with timestamps, half-finished timelines of Katerina’s movements over the last forty-eight hours.Garrett stood at the center, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in a low, rapid language Elena didn’t recognize—sharp consonants, clipped vowels, the kind of tone that meant business. He hung up without a goodbye and immediately dialed another number.“How many people are you calling?” Elena asked, voice hoarse from hours of silence and worry.“Everyone who ow
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