Emrys sat down in front of his computer, plugged in a USB drive, and tapped the play button.
The screen flickered to life, pulling up security footage from the previous night, captured right around the time he had run into Fiora.
The footage showed Fiora sprinting full‑tilt down the road, three men hot on her heels.
She had only escaped when Emrys had driven past and picked her up.
The longer Emrys watched, the darker his expression grew. Finally, he paused the video, freezing the frame squarely on the three men chasing Fiora.
He lifted his eyes, curling his fingers to tap on the desk in front of him.
A dull thud sounded, and the assistant standing by bowed his head even lower, his spine rigid with tension.
Emrys's voice was cold and clipped. "Track down these three men," he said. "
