“It stinks,” I reply with a muffled voice taking another step. “But it seems empty. Could they have gotten to it already?”
“No, the surveillance cameras are all clear.”
“Luca put the fucking torchlight on,” I growl. He fumbles with his phone for a few seconds before, finally, the light comes on.
The hand with my phone in it drops to my side as I take the sight in front of me.
“Cazzo,” Luca swears.
A woman. There’s a body of a woman lying on the floor of the container. Empty bottles of water scattered around her.
I rush to her side, placing my fingers on her pulse—faint but still there.
“Call the hospital,” I tell Luca as I put my arms under her frail body and lift her up. “And then call Dante. And keep fucking calling him until he picks up. Time for fucking around is over.”