The sun was already beginning to sink over the horizon when Officer Steele emerged from Malachi Vex's mansion, his face impassive beneath the brim of his wide-brimmed hat. A crowd of enforcers had gathered outside, their faces a mix of anticipation and trepidation as they awaited Steele's report.
Steele took a long, deliberate drag from his cigar, savoring the moment as all eyes fixed on him. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him like a ethereal cloak.
"Gentlemen," he drawled, his voice low and gravelly. "We have... a situation."
The enforcers leaned in, hanging on his every word. Steele's lips curled into a small, knowing smirk.
"Two... suspects," he continued, punctuating each revelation with a pause. "Male... and female. Left... not long ago."
He gestured towards the street with his cigar. "Trail... ends there. They took... a cart."
