The fluorescent lights of the Joint Task Force Hotel flickered with a rhythmic, mechanical hum, casting long, shifting shadows against the beige walls. Ambrose Ward stood by the window, watching the distant glow of the Stonebridge skyline. The victory with the workers was a tactical gain, but the real war—the one involving the nerve centers of local power—was just beginning.
He turned back to Violet Ross, his expression unreadable. "Violet, I’m going to make a few calls. I need you to find Victor Sinclair. Tell him to file an official report with the Metropolitan Police. I want it put on record that we’ve uncovered a coordinated, premeditated attempt to sabotage and obstruct the Joint Investigation Task Force's mandate."
Violet paused, her hand on the doorframe. "You want to alert the lo
