Xavier's POV
This shit was impossible.
I stood in the middle of my office with the Lucifer file in my hand, staring at papers that practically meant nothing. Empty leads, empty names and just total bullshit.
I had worked serial murders, political corruption, trafficking rings, cartel wars, missing persons, even undercover sting operations that nearly got me killed in Chicago, but never... not once... had I come across a criminal that left absolutely nothing behind.
No fingerprints, no surveillance footage, no verified witnesses and no real name. Nothing... Just an alias.
Lucifer.
I tossed the file onto my desk in frustration and dragged both hands through my hair before pacing across the office again.
"This is crazy," I muttered. "There has to be something I can do."
Because there was no way a mafia syndicate this powerful operated without mistakes. Criminals always slipped, ego made them careless eventually.
