Eleanor's POV
The moment Marcus read Lawrence's message aloud, silence dropped like a guillotine.
Alexander's jaw tightened as he leaned over the desk. His knuckles whitened against the table's edge. "Gone where?"
"I'm working on it," Marcus said, already hammering at the keyboard. "He can't have gone far. He left this breadcrumb for a reason."
Noah frowned. "Or it's a diversion."
Alexander snapped his fingers at Marcus. "Pull up anything. His last known movements, recent transactions, contacts."
"I'm trying," Marcus said, irritation edging his voice. "He's better at covering his tracks than we gave him credit for."
"Let me see," I said, moving to Marcus's side. The screen showed a flurry of digital activity, files opening and closing in rapid succession. Names scrolled by—aliases, locations, transactions. Nothing concrete.
"Focus on his connections with the Broker," I suggested. "Who else could be helping him?"
