Victor shifted in his seat, studying Rex's calm face. He hesitated for a beat before speaking again, as if unsure whether to break the weight in the air. Rex gave him the faintest nod, the kind that said go on.
"I had the company run those plates from last night," Victor began, his tone low, deliberate. "Got the results early this morning. Those cars weren't random… They're all registered to a shell under a security outfit called Blackwell & Pryce. Private contractors. Discreet. Expensive. And they're working for someone named Stanton Greaves."
Rex's eyes didn't change much, but Victor could tell he was listening.
"I had the company dig deeper after last night," Victor said quietly. "Ran a full background check on the man pulling the strings. His name's Stanton Greaves… from the Greaves family in New York."
