Clicking to the parking lot footage.
They saw the same masked man gently help Emma into the backseat of a dark colored car. The license plate wasn't clear, but the investigator reassured,
"I've got someone trying to enhance it. If we get a partial number, we can run it."
Jean folded her arms, the chill of dread prickling her skin. "Find him, Priya," She said quietly. "And find Emma. Whatever it takes."
Logan stood beside her, jaw tight, his hand unconsciously brushing her back in silent support. "If Henry did this," He murmured, "he did it for a reason. We need to find out what that reason is before someone else does."
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Priya stood by the window, tablet in hand, her sharp eyes scanning each face in the room before she spoke. Jean sat beside Hannah, hands clasped tightly, while Logan leaned against his desk, arms folded… trying to read Priya's expression.
"Alright," Priya began, her voice calm but clipped, "I have something that might help us."
