Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
Marc Brown
Damien stood in the small office of the hotel manager, watching the shooting that had occurred the previous night. The office was cramped with Jason standing behind the manager's desk as the manager pulled up the security footage.
The picture the unknown caller had texted him had shown Charlotte being dragged to the ground with glass everywhere, but it hadn't been clear what had happened. When they'd found the hotel where her bags had been left behind, they'd seen the shattered windows of the lobby, still in the process of being replaced.
"This is all we have on the cameras," the manager said. His thick accent was punctuated with a nervous glance between the brothers. He tapped a few buttons on the keyboard of his computer, and the video began to play again.