Demitri took the phone from Lucius and headed upstairs, motioning for Lucius to follow. Once in his study, he wasted no time cracking the phone's password without trouble.
"Got it," Demitri muttered as he accessed the device. He began combing through the details, focusing on the call logs. After a moment, he spoke. "There was an outgoing call on the same day the attack occurred."
Lucius stepped closer, his brows furrowed. "Who was the call to?"
"I'm still checking," Demitri replied, his fingers flying over the keyboard. "The rest of the phone is surprisingly clean. X wiped most of the data to cover his tracks. My guess is he didn't get the chance to reboot the phone on the day of attack, which is why this number is still here."
Lucius gave a curt nod of understanding.
Demitri's screen lit up with the results, and his expression shifted. "Orabela Rosenzweig," he announced.
Lucius arched a brow, confusion evident on his face. "Orabela?"
