The room was thick with tension as Foden, Vargas, and the detectives huddled around the evidence board. Photographs of Xu, Laura, and the crime scene were pinned in a chaotic yet meaningful arrangement, red strings crisscrossing between them to signify the growing connections between the various pieces of evidence.
Xu's face, stern and expressionless in every photograph, stared back at them. His record was plastered across the board: a hired killer with a long list of victims stretching across continents.
His involvement in Laura's "accident" was no coincidence; he was a professional, sent by someone with a motive far more sinister than they had originally assumed.
Foden clenched his jaw, his eyes locked on a mugshot of Xu. The bastard had nearly killed Laura, and it was clear he was
