Brendan turned to an underling who had just returned from checking outside. He shook his head. “No other passage leading anyone out of here, sir.”

Shea had been guarding the only way in or out of the high-rise. Combined with the fact that sawing off Charlene’s leg and treating her wound would require too much time, it was almost impossible that these people could possibly have left before Shea got to the entrance.

Brendan mused over the possibilities and asked, “Have you checked upstairs?”

“But they are all normal residents. How could they possibly house a syndicate—”

Shea left her own answer hanging and bolted out of the room. Brendan immediately brought his people to follow her all the way to the 11th floor.

“Here! Over here!” She said, “The rooms here are all vacant. Someone died in these units before, so nobody had wanted to stay here since then. If anyone were to hide in here… the residents here would be none the wiser.”

Someone checked the locks and reported, “Sir, the lo