“Sir, here are the reports.”

Davin’s voice was steady, but the tension beneath it was impossible to miss.

He stepped forward and laid the thick stack of documents onto the polished table between them. The sharp sound of paper against wood echoed faintly in the quiet office. Photographs followed glossy prints sliding across the surface, faces and buildings captured in frozen moments.

“Sit down,” Calvin said.

Davin sat across from Calvin, posture straight but tense, a thick folder resting on his lap.

Calvin remained seated behind his wide mahogany desk, fingers loosely clasped, expression unreadable. The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.

“You have...