Kane's mind raced through possibilities.
The tailoring shop served the city's elite—including both Cyrus and Elias Thorne. The timing seemed far from coincidental.
"Elias was just outside," Kane murmured. "Right before this happened."
Cyrus's jaw tightened. "Convenient."
"This isn't the first strange occurrence in the neighborhood this week. The antique shop down the street had a break-in; nothing was stolen. Just ransacked." Takeo said, wiping at the dried blood on his father's arm.
Kane shook his head, finding the timing suspicious but deciding to step back.
Rina and Ginsei were already investigating the pattern of break-ins—this was officially Bureau business now.
Mr. Hoshino approached them, his arm now fully healed thanks to Cyrus's intervention. Despite the chaos surrounding them, he carried two garment bags with careful precision.
"I must apologize for the delay and the... unfortunate circumstances," he said with a deep bow.
