Max shut down the live feed, the screen going black. Seron's rage still echoed in his mind, predictable, loud, reckless. "Still nothing?" Max asked calmly. One of the tech men shifted uncomfortably.
"We traced the signal hops, sir, but whoever he's speaking to knows how to disappear. Burners, rotating numbers, foreign relays. No fixed point." Max's jaw tightened, just barely. "Run it again," he said. "Strip it down to behavior patterns. I don't need names. I need intent."
"Yes, sir." Max stood, straightening his cufflinks. "If they think staying invisible keeps them safe, they're wrong. It just means they don't know what game they've walked into." He paused at the door, turning back.
"And flag every financial anomaly tied to Seron. Every wire. Every favor. People always leave fingerprints when money moves."
