The sun was already setting when the door to Lucian’s study opened. The light had dimmed to a soft orange glow that fell across his desk. He had been sitting there for hours, eyes fixed on the skyline, his thoughts deep in the missing women case.
Marco stepped in quietly, a brown folder in his hand.
“Boss,” he said, his tone low but steady.
Lucian turned his chair slightly, his gaze sharp. “You got it?”
Marco nodded and crossed the room. He placed the folder on the desk with care, like it carried something dangerous. “Everything you asked for on Liam Knight.”
Lucian stared at the file for a moment before giving a short nod. “Good. You can all go.”
Marco blinked. “You don’t want me to—”
“I said go.”
The command came calm but final.
Marco hesitated only a second before bowing his he
