As the green line rounded up at the left side of the video, it finally reached the end and the footage began to play.
Azazel's eyes stayed fixed on the screen, his expression dark and tense. Worry sat heavily on his face, but beneath it was the cold seriousness that always appeared whenever it involved Roman.
The video showed the massive bridge in X Country.
Night had already settled over the city, and the bright lights from the vehicles reflected against the dark water below as cars moved steadily across the bridge.
Azazel leaned slightly forward in his chair, his fingers tightening unconsciously against the edge of the desk.
Then he saw it.
A black car speeding across the road.
His eyes narrowed instantly.
"That's Roman's car," he breathed out, relief flashing across his face for the first time in hours.
His shoulders loosened slightly as he continued watching the footage, but the relief barely lasted a second.
The bridge suddenly cracked.
