Zade suggested they go after the man.
Not loudly or with rage, just a simple statement.
Cole didn’t answer immediately.
His hands clasped together, staring at nothing in particular. The room felt too quiet after that suggestion, like the walls themselves were listening. His mind replayed everything again, the almost-kidnapping, the fractured evidence, the way Sylvie’s name alone was enough to turn a situation volatile.
Going after him wasn’t impossible.
Cole exhaled slowly. He knew the man. Knew his influence. Knew how easily one wrong step could turn into headlines, retaliation, chaos.
So Cole chose caution. A softer approach. Not mercy but strategy.
He gathered what they had. The partial CCTV clip. The distorted voice recording.
When he left, it was already late afternoon.
They
