Lana's POV.
"Murdered."
The word hit the air like a stone splashing into a calm pond. I locked eyes with Asher for a solid three seconds, hoping for some follow-up — a correction, a clarification, anything really. But there was nothing.
"When?"
"Sometime last night." His jaw was clenched tight. "By the time my men got to his location, he was already cold."
I turned away, pressing my fingers against the cool wall of the laboratory corridor. My mind was racing, already piecing together the puzzle.
Murdered. Not escaped, not hiding, not bribed into silence. “Murdered.”97?
"That's not just careless," I said slowly, turning back to him. "That's calculated. The person who did this knew we were closing in. They traced the investigation back to him before we even had a chance."
Asher's fac
