Tracking

Zinnia sat on the edge of her chair, tapping her fingers nervously on the desk. "Marcos, how's the investigation going?" she asked, her voice laced with urgency.

Marcos looked up from his own monitor, his expression focused. "Our people are tracking Frank's whereabouts. We've gathered quite a bit of information already. How about we go to the Investigative Journalism Department? They've been digging deeper into this."

Zinnia nodded, standing up quickly. "Yes, let's go."

Bart and Billy followed quietly as they made their way through the office, walking briskly down the hall to the department. As they entered the room, Zinnia immediately addressed the team. "I'm sorry for keeping you all working so late," she said, her tone apologetic but urgent. "This is an urgent matter."

The team, a mix of journalists and investigators, turned to her and smiled. "It's okay, Ma'am," one of them said, a young woman with glasses. "We're glad to help with this."