The dim glow of the tablet reflected off Emeric's sharp features as he skimmed through the information in front of him. His jaw tensed. Nothing.
The report on Isabelle was as ordinary as it could be—background records, school history, medical files. There wasn't a single connection to his missing sister.
And yet… something didn't sit right.
His instincts had never failed him before, and they were screaming at him now. This woman, Isabelle—there was something off about her records.
A hand ran through his dark hair as he leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply. He had been searching for too long, chasing ghosts, finding nothing but dead ends. He wasn't about to let another slip through his fingers.
Still, doubt clawed at him. What if he was wrong? What if this obsession was leading him nowhere?
Before he could spiral deeper into his thoughts, the door burst open.
"Sir!" One of his subordinates rushed in, out of breath. "The key—"
