ROWAN.
Dorian stood at the head of the table with his tablet displaying security footage while six members of our most trusted security team sat in chairs lined up along both sides.
Maps of the estate covered the far wall with red circles marking every breach point from the kidnapping.
Notes scrawled in Elliot's precise handwriting filled the whiteboard behind Dorian's head.
I leaned back in my chair at the opposite end from Dorian, watching Elliot pace near the windows. Torhana sat to my right, his silver eyes tracking every face in the room with predatory focus.
"Run through it again," Elliot said without looking away from the window. "Every person who had access to the north gate between eight PM and midnight."
Dorian swiped through screens on his tablet. "Forty-three pack me
