His team was thorough. The space looked abandoned in the way it had looked abandoned before Harold had started using it, dust and old concrete and the particular silence of a building that had stopped being useful to anyone.
He pulled out his phone and called his best tracker. A woman named Sadie who had found three people in five years who had specifically and professionally not wanted to be found.
"I have a job," he said when she answered.
"Details?"
"Man named Harold Ashford. Former CEO, currently a fugitive. Phone went dark at 9:51 tonight, last ping in outer Brooklyn. Had a vehicle staged — partial plate, I'm sending it to you now. He's desperate and he's been planning this for weeks which means he has contingencies." Marcus paused. "He hurt someone important."
A brief silence. "How important?"
Marcus thought about Aria in the chair. Aria's face in the footage Damien had watched in the car. Aria's hand in Damien's on that stretcher.
"Very," he said.
