Liam's POV
I pace the office, glancing at the clock. It’s late, and my assistant should have been back with an update by now. This investigation—it’s taking longer than I expected, and the lack of progress is grating on me.
There’s something off about Joe’s birth records, something that doesn’t add up. The more I think about it, the more it gnaws at me, like a puzzle with missing pieces that refuse to fit together.
The door swings open, and my assistant walks in, looking harried. She has a folder clutched in her hands, but her expression tells me everything I need to know.
"I checked the databases again," she says, her voice tight with apology. "There’s nothing. No new leads, no additional records beyond what we’ve already found."
I rub my temples, the frustration mounting. "That can
