DAMIEN.

This is useless.

I drip the last file on the desk and recline back on the chair.

Nothing.

No new avenue.

Nothing that we haven't searched over and over again. Hopefully, with some luck, Lucas and Maya would have found something.

A knock on the door interrupts my train of thought.

"Enter," I order.

Maya walks in with her battle face on.

Oh, great. What now?

"Maya," I start. "Any luck on your side?"

"If you are talking about those files then no. But I talked to Natalie-"

"Natalie? Who is that?"

She looks at me in confusion before answering.

"Your… the woman who claims to be your mate."...