Ares's POV
The call came before the sun rose.
I was already awake, standing by the window with a cup of untouched coffee.
"Sir," my private investigator said through the line, "we checked the crash site. The report says drunk driving, but it does not match the damage pattern. There were tire marks… two sets. Someone forced her off the road."
My hand tightened around the mug until it cracked. "You're sure?"
"Positive. Whoever did it was precise and professional."
I said nothing for a long moment, just stared out at the city wrapped in mist. Then I whispered, "Lydia Cole?"
He hesitated. "Dead on arrival."
My jaw set. "Send me everything. Photos. Reports. I want the name of every officer on duty that very night."
"Yes, sir."
I hung up. The rain outside had not stopped since last night… it was as if the city itself refused to wash away what had happened.
