Dylan pulled up to where Henry's car had been abandoned, his heart pounding with fear and urgency. He parked hastily at the edge of the road and stepped out, his eyes immediately locking onto Justin, who stood near the car, his phone pressing on his ear.
The moment his gaze shifted to the bullet hole marring the windshield, his breath caught. A cold knot of dread twisted in his stomach. He hurried over to him. "Any update?" The words tumbled out quickly.
Justin ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. "We just received intel. The black Range Rover—the one we suspect was used to abduct Dr. Henry—has been found in the southern suburb. It's abandoned, but we think the kidnappers may have taken him somewhere nearby."
"Then what we are waiting for," Dylan spat. "Let's go there." He pivoted and strode back toward his car, his movements quick and purposeful. Justin hurried after him.