Kalix took the device, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the report.
"They disposed of it before vanishing," Sean said, gauging his reaction. "Burned it down to the frame. No prints, no trace. Completely clean."
Kalix didn't respond immediately. His jaw clenched as he stared at the images on the screen—ashes, twisted metal, and the haunting absence of answers.
"Doesn't this strike you as odd, boss?" Sean pressed, his gaze fixed on Kalix.
"They didn't just follow the car because Seren was inside... They were tracking Stanley too. Doesn't that point to something bigger?"
Kalix's eyes darkened. The pieces began to fall into place, fitting with a disturbing clarity. His voice, when he spoke, was low and firm.
"Our enemies are the same," he said, confirming what Sean had suspected all along.
Kalix handed the device back. "Keep an eye on Stanley. I might have refused for help, but he needs the protection."
