Xavier's POV
I stormed back into my office and slammed the door harder than necessary.
"Fuck."
The word echoed through the room.
"What a complete waste of time." An entire damn day, gone for nothing.
I tossed my jacket onto a chair and started pacing... My team followed me inside, looking just as exhausted as I felt.
We had spent the entire day driving around New York, visiting ammunition stores, weapons suppliers, repair shops, and every shady hole-in-the-wall business that might have some connection to Lucifer's operation and what did we get?
Nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even a single useful lead.
My hands settled on my hips as I stared at the suspect board.
The same empty board with the same faceless ghost... Lucifer.
Honestly, the man was turning into a personal insult at this point.
I stopped in front of the board and laughed bitterly.
"Tell me why I spent ten hours chasing bullshit."
