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Olivia and Sin both chuckled under their breath. Saint didn’t. He just watched him, tight-lipped.
Olivia leaned forward, breaking the tension, and handed a file to Cain, whose hands trembled slightly as he took it.
“Cain,” she began, her voice calm but direct, “you said you’d been tracking Lazarus since the incident. Ever see him with anyone? A girlfriend? Wife? Someone he could’ve used to keep a low profile?”
Savior watched Cain closely, studying every blink, every pause.
Cain flipped through the file before shaking his head. “No. Lazarus has always moved solo. Calculated. The only time I’ve ever seen him in the flesh was that photo I took. That’s it. Never with a woman. No family.”
Cain looked back up, confused. “This Jane Doe… is she tied to him somehow?”
Silence settled around the table.
No one answered.
They couldn’t. Not with Cain in the room. He trusted them, but not enough to know the full story. Not the botched mission. Not their failure to eliminate a man who wasn’t supposed to survive.
Savior leaned forward. “We’re just covering all bases. Tell us everything you know about Lazarus since he’s been here.”
Cain nodded. “Not much. Like I said, he’s a ghost. That picture I took? Only time I’ve seen him in person. And that’s my only proof he’s still alive.”
Savior didn’t break his stare. He was reading Cain the entire time, digging for anything off. But the fear in the man’s voice was real.
“Alright. We’ll take it from here,” Savior said. “You’ll hear from us when it’s done.”
Cain gave a quick nod before walking out with guards trailing behind him.
The second the door shut, Saint snapped.
“So basically you three don’t haveshit.”
Savior whipped his head around, eyes blazing. “Sin. Facial recognition results?”
Sin nodded, pulling up a tablet. “Confirmed. The photo matches William Davis aka Lazarus. I’ve been scanning traffic cameras all over Miami—nothing. It’s like heknowssomeone’s on his trail.”
“Heisa terrorist,” Savior said, jaw tight. “Someone’s always after him. He’s smart enough to avoid cameras. But what’s bothering me is this Jane Doe woman. Same night. Same injuries.”
Sin leaned forward. “I can tap into my hospital contacts. See if anyone remembers a woman like that. You think she’s alive?”
“Iknowshe is,” Savior said. “I just don’t know who she is. No ID. No witnesses. Someone’s hiding her, and I want to know why.”
“Got it,” Sin nodded. “I’ll follow the trail.”
“Olivia, keep pushing the detective. See what else he knows. This ‘Jane Doe’ wasn’t random. She’s part of something bigger.”
Olivia nodded.
“I’ll dig more into Cain,” Savior continued. “I don’t care if he’s a survivor. He knows more than he’s saying.”
Everyone nodded, taking mental notes as Savior stood to leave.
“No more fuck-ups this time,” he added, locking eyes with Saint.
For once, his father had nothing to say.
As Savior walked toward the door, Saint finally spoke.
“We’re having dinner tonight. At the house. I want you to come, and bring your friend.”
