Lucien sat behind his desk, the dim light of the office casting long shadows across the room. His expression was unreadable, but the tension locked in his jaw revealed a patience that was wearing dangerously thin.
The door opened.
Silas stepped inside, a laptop tucked beneath his arm.
“Sir, you need to see this.”
Lucien lifted his gaze slowly.
“I hope it’s something useful,” he said, his voice cold enough to chill the room. “Days have passed, Silas. Theodore and Vernon vanished without a trace, and you still don’t have a single solid lead.”
Silas remained composed.
“We recovered surveillance footage from the Sovereign Grand Hotel. It’s the last confirmed sighting of Theodore.”
He placed the laptop on the desk and pressed play.
The grainy footage flickered to life.
Lucien’s eyes n
