"We're doing everything we can, but he's still not answering, sir," Kelvin reported, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
His eyes flickered toward Jude, who stood rigidly beside him, his jaw clenched and his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to act immediately.
The weight of the situation pressed heavily on them, and Jude's growing unease was impossible to ignore.
Ever since Tryson had confidently claimed to know Angel's exact whereabouts, Jude had insisted on tagging along with Kelvin's crew to retrieve him from the party.
But now, minutes had passed—agonizing, silent minutes—and there was still no sign of Tryson.
The absence gnawed at them, leaving a hollow feeling of dread creeping into their chests. Something was wrong. Something they weren't seeing.
Kelvin, always methodical under pressure, decided to tap into the security cameras, hoping they would provide some kind of clue.
