Ronan’s POV
In the file were a series of photographs and documents. The first was a photograph — grainy, black and white of course. Was this gotten from surveillance footage? It featured a hooded figure. They weren't familiar but the background was.
Too familiar in fact.
Greaves watched me with unreadable calm.
I flipped the page. Then another. More and more figures in locations that were eerily familiar. The images and reports even had time stamps, dates, and more curiously… A map. Not just any map — on highlighting my territory.
My curiosity turned cold as I stared at him. A million and one questions I needed to ask. “You don't mean?”
“This is the trail I followed,” he said softly. “And the reason I knew I had to speak with you. Personally.”
I flipped through the file slowly, eac
