Frudi's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, 'the game has changed'?" she pressed her dad.
But Cisco ignored her question, his focus on issuing instructions.
"Roland, take care of Torino's body. Alex, Sergio, investigate the people he met last. Leo, check the CCTV cameras for any leads on his last whereabouts."
The room erupted into a flurry of activity as the others nodded and dispersed to their assigned tasks.
"Everyone else, assist and support as needed," Cisco concluded.
The responses ranged from "Yes, boss" to "Got it" as the team scattered to fulfill their duties.
Finally, Cisco turned to Frudi. "Frudi, come with me."
Frudi's silence was a testament to her frustration. She had asked a question, and her dad hadn't answered.
She trailed behind him, her footsteps deliberate.
As they entered the office, Frudi shut the door behind her, locking it with a soft click.
