Tristain
I replayed the video again.
I leaned closer to the screen, squinting, hoping this time I’d catch something different. But it was the same grainy footage I’d watched a hundred times. The Summer family’s personal car drove off in the middle of the night.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, the strands refusing to settle. My fingertips tapped rhythmically against the desk as I hit replay once more.
The door creaked open, I didn’t look up. Only one person had the audacity to enter my office without knocking.
Clary.
A loud thud landed on my desk as she dropped a thick stack of folders. I glanced at them.
She huffed. “This is what the captain assigned us to do. Can you imagine that sly fox?” she said dramatically. “This is why you should never be the best at anything. You’l
