"I want everything on those babies," he said quietly. That quiet voice terrified people more than shouting ever could.
"Their mothers. Their records. Where they are right now. Everything."
"Yes, sir." His assistant quickly handed over a folder.
"Here are the nurses on duty that night." Julian opened it carefully. Page after page. Clean records. No complaints. No suspicious history. Too clean. His eyes darkened. He handed the folder back slowly.
"Dig deeper."
"Sir?"
"I want connections," Julian said. "Anything linked to Sebastian Creed or Kalian Vale." The room went still at those names.
"Calls. Payments. Family relations. Social media. Old school records. I don't care if they once looked at each other across a parking lot. Find it."
"Yes, sir." Julian stood. Every instinct inside him screamed that something was wrong. And his instincts were rarely wrong.
