“Zoom in on that part.”

Sandra pointed at the laptop screen in a cramped room filled with investigation files. Two men from her security team sat beside her, replaying the CCTV footage from the night of the fire.

“The license plate is barely visible,” one of the analysts said, squinting at the grainy image. “But if we enhance the contrast…”

The footage was processed. The silhouette of an old black car with a cracked tail light became clearer. On the rear right panel, a small skull-shaped sticker was visible.

Sandra tensed. She recognized the symbol.

“That car belongs to Tommy Watanabe. A thug-for-hire who used to work for Selena,” she...