Mrs Juliet Marcus raised an eyebrow, her voice sharp and sceptical. “Martinez? Come on, Sara Gerald, you think Mr Eliot’s got a brother we don’t know about?”“I’ve got files on this guy thicker than a phone book.”“No mention of Martinez anywhere. He’s making it up, throwing out names to buy time.”“Classic move. If he’s got a brother, I’ll find him in ten minutes, but I’m betting it’s a ghost story.” Mrs Juliet Marcus's voice was laced with a mixture of determination and curiosity.Detective Steve chuckled, his tone matching their biting anger and determination. “Ghost story or not, Mr Eliot’s sweating bullets.”“Look at him—the guy’s practically shaking.”“If he’s lying, he’s doing a damn good job of looking pathetic.”“But I’m with Mrs Juliet Marcus. No way he’s got a brother in trouble.”“He’s just tossing out bait, hoping we bite and let him off easy.”Lieutenant Alex shifted slightly, his eyes never leaving the scope.“Bait, huh? Well, he’s fishing in the wrong pond.”“General

Mrs Juliet Marcus’s fingers paused on her keyboard, her tone confident. “Just got a ping.”“The warehouse is leased to a shell company—the same one tied to Lara Peterson’s offshore account.”“It’s a safe bet that’s where Mr Eliot’s been running his errands.”“If General Carl Gerald can get him to confirm it, we’ve got a solid lead.” Mrs Juliet Marcus's voice was laced with a mix of anger and determination.Detective Steve grinned, his voice was a bit gritty. “Solid lead? That’s a gold mine.”“General Carl Gerald just needs to keep pushing. Mr Eliot’s already breaking—look at him. Guy’s a mess.”Lieutenant Alex chuckled, his tone cold. “Mess? He’s a walking disaster. General Carl Gerald has actually got him right where we want him.”“One more question, and he’ll spill everything—Lara Peterson, Doctor Marvin, Nurse Angela, Nurse Sabrina the whole damn syndicate, I bet it's not just these guys running this operations, there might be other people involved in this whole crime syndicate she

Victor Tyler’s voice rang through the line, loud enough for the team to hear even without comms. “General Carl Gerald, what am I hearing about your mansion? What the hell happened?”General Carl Gerald's jaw tightened, his eyes still staring at Mr Eliot, who shrank under his gaze.“Victor Tyler, it’s a mess.”“I don't know who actually sponsored this whole shitty operation.”“The mansion’s gone—burned to the ground last night.”“We’ve got evidence pointing to Lara Peterson’s syndicate. They hit us hard, probably to send a message.”“I’m in the middle of something right now, dealing with a lead.”Victor Tyler's voice roared back, thick with anger. “A message? That mansion was my gift to you and Sara!”“I poured my heart into that place, General Carl Gerald, that mansion cost me a lot of billions of dollars and now you’re telling me it’s ash?”“Lara Peterson’s crew did this? You better have names, because I’m not letting this slide!”“I will not let any of those animals mess around with

Sara Gerald's eyes narrowed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Believe you? Mr Eliot, you’ve been spying on us for weeks, and now you’re crying about your brother?”“You’ll forgive me if I don’t hand you a tissue. What’s Nurse Angela, Nurse Sabrina, Doctor Marvin and Lara Peterson’s next move?”“Why hit our mansion? Why take Debra Zachs?”Mr Eliot swallowed hard, his hands shaking continuously. “The mansion… it was a warning. Lra Peterson knew it was from Victor Tyler, and said burning it would hit you where it hurts the most.”“Debra Zachs… they took her because she knows too much. She overheard Doctor Marvin and Lara Peterson talking about some deal—big money, something about the Elite Divisions. I don’t know the details, I swear!” Mr Eliot's voice was laced with a mixture of confusion and anxiety as he spoke.He tried to look at Sara Gerald but was immediately gripped by fear and anxiety.Mrs Juliet Marcus’s fingers paused on her laptop, her voice sharp. “Big money, huh? That’s n

Mrs Juliet Marcus’s fingers paused on her keyboard, her voice sharp. “I’m pulling more data now. Cams show no movement at the warehouse, but that could change.”“If we go in, we need to be surgical—get in, get Debra Zachs, get out.”“Waiting for Victor Tyler might give us more muscle, but it also gives Lara Peterson, Nurse Sabrina, Nurse Angela and Doctor Marvin time to slip away.”“Or worse, set up an ambush for us immediately if they spot or sense anything unusual in that environment.”Lieutenant Alex grinned, his tone playful but edged with steel.“Ambush? Let ‘em try. I’d love to see Nurse Sabrina’s face when we burst through that back door.”“Code or no code, we’re getting in there. I say we move.”Detective Steve nodded, his voice gritty. “Yeah, and I’m not sitting around waiting for Victor Tyler to steal the show.”“Mr Eliot’s already given us the layout—two guards, pistols, maybe a shotgun.”“We can handle that. Let’s end this before Lara Peterson and her crew know what hit ‘