Liam stood in the middle of the empty office, hands resting on his hips, eyes still moving over the bare walls like he expected something to suddenly appear if he stared long enough. The silence in the room felt unnatural, heavy in a way that made his skin itch.
He finally looked at Irina. "If something is cleared out like this," he asked calmly, "where do they even take it?"
Irina crossed her arms and exhaled through her nose. "Officially? Storage. Evidence lockers, archive rooms, sealed units in the basement." She shook her head slightly. "But I doubt it will be there."
Liam tilted his head. "Because?"
"Because whoever did this didn't want anything traced," she replied. "Storage rooms have logs. Names. Time stamps. Too risky."
"So," Liam said slowly, "we have no clue where to find Leonid's house."
