Jacques stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the lifeless body sprawled before him. The crime scene was filled with activity, but to him, it was all background noise. Forensics teams scurried about, collecting evidence and snapping photos. Uniformed officers secured the perimeter, their voices a low murmur as they coordinated their efforts.
But Jacques couldn't focus on any of it. His mind kept circling back to the vampire theory, the secret organization, and Ambassador Brice Olivier.
He replayed the image of the politician in his mind, trying to recall every detail of the photo he'd found. The ambassador's ageless face, the unexplained absences in his background, and that vampire-like figure lurking in the shadows. It was all too coincidental.
"Hey. You with us, man?"
Eugene's voice cut through his thoughts, accompanied by a firm tap on his shoulder.
Jacques blinked, suddenly aware of his partner's concerned gaze.
