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Sam's POV I stared up at the warehouse-like building in front of me as I sat in the driver's seat of my car. I looked down at my phone for what must have been the tenth time, trying to confirm that this was the building I'd tracked Hayden's phone to. Also, I was trying to convince myself he'd come walking out at any second, asking me what the hell I was going here. He didn't, just as I knew deep down he wouldn't, and I been sitting there for damn near twenty minutes. Something was very wrong. I knew that. There was no other way around it. I hadn't told Everly because I didn't want her to worry about me when she needed to be focusing on the missing agents. But something was very wrong. I finally shoved open the car door and stepped out, grabbing my jacket off the seat next to me and p