But Jacques couldn't focus on any of it. His mind kept circling back to the vampire theory, the secret organization, and Ambassador Brice Olivier.
He replayed the image of the politician in his mind, trying to recall every detail of the photo he'd found. The ambassador's ageless face, the unexplained absences in his background, and that vampire-like figure lurking in the shadows. It was all too coincidental.
"Hey. You with us, man?"
Eugene's voice cut through his thoughts, accompanied by a firm tap on his shoulder.
Jacques blinked, suddenly aware of his partner's concerned gaze.