At an old desk cluttered with papers and multiple screens, Luri stared intently at the footage she'd spent days tracking down. Her eyes were sharp, moving from one image to another, analyzing every detail. After two nights of sleepless work, she finally had something—a clue.
She clicked the final footage, and her eyes narrowed in disbelief. Ethan. There was a flash of him being carried into a dilapidated hospital. It was old and abandoned, but the footage was clear enough. His chest was stained with blood, and the men carrying him looked just as rough. A flash of Isaac's face came into view next, followed by Leclair's, both showing signs of injury. And then, Yuin Sebanil—the missing heir of the Sebanil family.
Her fingers flew over her phone.
"Jay," she called, not bothering with any pleasantries. Her voice was urgent.
Jay's voice was calm on the other end. "What's the update?"
