Dante did not speak immediately. He remained where he had stopped, his gaze moving across the facility in a slow, deliberate sweep, taking in the space as a whole rather than focusing on any single point.
The numbers had not been enough, and the reports had only confirmed what he already suspected. Whatever had happened here had been designed to leave no obvious mark. That meant the answer was not in the paperwork. It was in the people.
"Shut the doors," he announced, his voice cold. He entered the building with Markus on his left, Mila on his right, and his men fanning out around him. He felt Mila's hand slip into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "No one gets out."
Marco moved without hesitation, signaling to the men stationed along the perimeter.
