COME THROUGH

The aftermath of the warehouse raid was both exhilarating and exhausting. Philip and Clara had returned to the FBI office, their faces reflecting the strain of the long night. The team had managed to seize a trove of evidence, but the elusive Rourke had slipped through their grasp once more. The warehouse, now a maze of evidence and scattered documents, had yielded crucial information but also left many questions unanswered.

Philip slumped into his chair, his eyes scanning the piles of files and equipment scattered across the conference room table. The weight of their recent failure pressed heavily on him. He was determined to find Rourke, but the task seemed more daunting than ever.

Clara entered the room, her expression thoughtful but weary. “We’ve got the preliminary analysis back from the evidence team. There are several leads we need to follow up on.”

Philip nodded, though he didn’t feel much like celebrating. “I just wish we could have caught him. Every time we get close, he man