Logan glanced at the screen… Priya's name flashing and answered immediately.
"Yes?" His voice was clipped, tense. Jean set her fork down, breath caught in her chest.
On the other end, Priya's voice carried an urgency, low but clear:
"Mr. Kingsley, I've tracked the car from the hospital footage. It led me to an old farmhouse property… it's registered under a shell company, but the last utility payments and some security footage confirm Henry's been there for at least a day."
Logan straightened, his eyes flashing with relief and fresh worry. "Are you sure it's Henry?"
"Ninety percent, sir. The man on footage matches his build and walk. I'm still verifying the interior footage, but I thought you'd want to know immediately."
Jean drew in a sharp breath… her heart pounding so loudly she wondered if Hannah could hear it beside her.
"Send me the address," Logan said, his voice low, tight. "And stay there, Priya. Keep your eyes on everything until I get there."
"Understood."
