Jax's POV
I heard the door creak open behind me and turned my head just enough to catch Jordan stepping inside, his boots leaving faint dust marks on the wooden floor of the study. The weight of the papers still sat heavy in my hands as I set them down on the desk.
"Found anything on Mercer yet?" I asked, keeping my voice low and steady while I leaned back against the edge of the table.
Jordan closed the door with a soft click and crossed his arms, his face tight with the kind of look that told me the news would not sit easy. "It's as you suspected. We traced his phone to a hidden suite location. Elias Voss is one of the VIPs in attendance."
I let the words settle for a moment, my jaw tightening as I leaned back fully into the cushion of the nearby chair, one arm resting along the arm
