Chapter 35: Flaming Surveillance
The room stayed frozen after my words, the echo of the alarm fading into an uneasy silence. I could feel their eyes on me—Logan's sharp with skepticism, the others clouded with confusion and exhaustion.
"There's no fire," I said again, my voice cutting through the static hum of lingering adrenaline.
No one moved.
Logan's jaw clenched, his hand still resting on the strap of his gear. "What are you talking about? The alarm was triggered—"
"Give me the address." I stepped forward, my mask catching the harsh fluorescent lights, casting shadows that felt sharper than they should've. "Now."
He hesitated for half a second, then barked at the dispatcher. "Address!"
The reply came crackling through the comms: "1435 Eldridge Avenue. Office complex."
I didn't need to check a map. I already knew.
One of the fifteen.
Without another word, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number saved under Office Supervisor – Eldridge. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, but my mind was already racing ahead, fitting the puzzle pieces together before the call even connected.
A click, then a shaky voice. "Hello?"