"It's been two days..." Sycamore muttered, pressing his fingers against his temples as if trying to massage away the frustration.
"The cleaner van was the only vehicle that came in that day. It led us nowhere, and they were clean at the auction..." His voice trailed off as he stared at the scattered papers on his desk, their edges curling from the countless times they had been rifled through.
The whole team was present in the office, each of them at their desk, pondering other leads they could possibly trace.
"We're missing something," Cindy broke the momentary silence. She leaned forward, her fingers hovering over the keys as she sifted through the mountains of data.
Kit and Bryan stood by the whiteboard, their markers poised but inactive. The board was a chaotic mess of dates, names, and locations, but none of it made sense anymore.
