Just as Nathaniel's thoughts began to drift, his phone buzzed, dragging him back to the moment. Roberto's name flashed on the screen. He quickly answered.
"Did you catch him?"
Roberto's tone was grim. "No. No one was there. The corridor was spotless. Not a drop of blood. It was like nothing ever happened."
Nathaniel's brows furrowed in disbelief. That couldn't be right. He vividly recalled one man sprinting away and the other collapsing to the floor after Zara had hit them brutally, both of them bleeding heavily. There had to be blood stains.
Suspicion crept into his mind. Something didn't add up.
'Someone else was there,' he muttered to himself. If not, such a quick cleanup and total disappearance wouldn't be possible. It all hinted at a third party's involvement. Someone had stepped in to cover up.
His voice turned cold. "Check for surveillance cameras in the hallway. If there is any footage, I want it now. We need to find out who those men were, and who got them out."
