Vanessa stood silently as Riccardo worked, the sound of his fingers tapping the keyboard filling the quiet room. Her eyes wandered, taking in the sleek and organized space. It was very much like him, no clutter, no distractions. Everything had its place.

“Got it,” Riccardo said finally, his voice breaking through her thoughts.

She moved closer, her heartbeat quickening. “What did you find?”

Riccardo turned the screen toward her, showing a map with a blinking red dot. “The car the suspects used has a tracker. It’s parked at a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.”

“A warehouse?” Vanessa repeated, her stomach twisting.

He nodded. “It’s in an isolated area,...