Alina’s POV
My father’s voice trembled with a hope I couldn’t ignore. “Do you seriously have a lead?” he asked, desperation bleeding through every word.
Zayn stood a little apart, a faint, unreadable smile on his face. I wanted to pounce on him with a dozen questions, but Reynold was speaking.
“Yes, uncle.” Reynold’s tone was tight with confidence. “We’ve tracked the car. The driver was careless — the CCTV in the parking lot caught the plate.” He glanced around the room and then stepped forward to introduce Zayn. “This is Zayn. He’s a very good friend of mine.”
Zayn inclined his head. “I know who they are.” His voice was calm, too calm.
Reynold’s brow lifted. “Oh? You do?” he asked, surprise cutting through his earlier certainty. “How do you know each other?”
“That doesn’t matter,” m
