I searched the pack house, my patience wearing thin with every step. Every room I entered bore no sign of Klaus or Peter. It felt as if they had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the chaos they had created. The other Mafia Lords had joined me after taking down most of the guards. Their presence was reassuring, but the absence of the two men I sought gnawed at my composure.
I stopped in the middle of the hallway, closing my eyes for a moment to think. If you want to catch a criminal, think like one. Klaus was sly, cunning, and always a step ahead. Where would he hide?
I retraced my steps, this time heading toward his office. Something told me he wouldn't stray far from the nerve center of his operations. The others followed silently as I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside.