Leo's eyes shifted from the window to the papers. His expression smoothed, the darkness retreating behind a mask of calm control. "What did you find?"
Jay pointed at a photo, a man's face, grainy, pulled from some security feed. "He's dead. Hazel's shot took him out clean. But here's the thing, he wasn't working for Pablo. I checked every connection, every financial trail, every known associate. Nothing connects to Pablo's network."
Leo's brow furrowed. "The stalker?"
"No." Jay shook his head, pulling out another page. "I checked that too. Nothing. This guy was freelance, maybe. Or working for someone else entirely." He looked up at Leo, frustration clear in his eyes. "I've been going through his records all morning. Everything looks clean, too clean. His identity, his background, his history. It's all there, but something feels off."
Leo picked up the photo, studying the dead man's face. "Fabricated."
