—Ethan's POV
It was supposed to be over.
We had them. Maurice and Luna. Caught. Exposed in front of everyone during my grandfather’s birthday.
The satisfaction of watching their masks fall away, of Luna's scream and Maurice’s silence as the cuffs clicked around their wrists—that moment was seared into my memory.
And yet, here we were.
Sophia’s hand held mine tightly, showing her pale knuckles. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the footage that was playing out before us in the security room.
“This is Impossible,” I muttered, jaw tight.
The screen showed the inside of the holding cell. Empty.
Just hours ago, Maurice and Luna had been locked in there. We saw it. We were told the process was ongoing. That they'd be charged, investigated, held.
And now?
Gone.
Sophia turned to the officer standing nearby. "How did this happen? Where are they?"
The officer—new, unfamiliar—shifted uncomfortably. “We’re... looking into it. There might’ve been a transfer. Miscommunication, maybe. I’ll need to
