Lukas and his team managed to locate the rooftop from which the shooter had fired.
They recovered several shell casings along the way, but beyond that, there was nothing.
"Fuck!"
Lukas roared, raking a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Check every car that passed through this area before, during, and after the attack—I don't care! We need more than these damn shell casings!"
He glared across the rooftop of the building overlooking the hotel where the event had been held.
One of his men immediately responded.
"Unit Three is already on it, sir."
"Fuck!"
Lukas cursed again as he paced across the rooftop.
Planting his hands on his hips, he scanned the area.
More Dominion members were combing every inch of the rooftop, searching for anything the shooter might have left behind.
His jaw tightened as murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Connect me to them—"
He stopped when another man jogged toward him.
"Sir Lukas."
The man came to a halt a step away.
