THE SURVEILLANCE ROOM !
The surveillance room was silent except for the low mechanical hum of the servers. Lucifer stood alone in the flickering dark, jaw clenched hard enough to split enamel. The screens washed his face in shifting blue light, each camera angle replaying the ambush again and again.
He had watched it for hours.
And every time, his eyes kept snagging on the same small detail he somehow missed the night before.
A shadow.
No—
a movement.
On the far-left camera, behind the black SUV Ethan had parked.
Lucifer leaned closer.
Paused.
Rewound.
The pixelated trunk of the SUV trembled—barely, like someone inside was adjusting themselves. A tiny hand pressed once against the lid from within.
Lucifer's stomach dropped through the floor.
"…Nera," he whispered.
