Sebastian’s POV
The following day, my men and I gathered in my office, a space filled with maps, files, and the lingering scent of strong coffee. We were deep in discussion, trying to piece together the whereabouts of that elusive Chase prick who had managed to slip through our fingers. The atmosphere was thick with frustration as we combed through every lead and tip we had, but so far, we were met with a frustrating silence.
Each moment that passed felt like a wasted opportunity, and the pressure was mounting. Our minds raced with possibilities, but despite our best efforts, we were left with no clues to guide us in our search. Determined to crack this case, we leaned over the table, scrutinizing every detail, brainstorming strategies, and refusing to let our resolve waver.
Suddenly, I
