Zeke had just stepped into a quiet corner of the hospital lobby when he pulled out his phone.
He tapped Blake's name and brought the phone to his ear.
"Blake," he said the moment the call connected.
"Yeah, boss?"
"I want you to start digging into what happened at that cafe," Zeke said, voice low and clipped. "The shooting. I want everything. Security footage, witness statements, police contacts. Whoever was behind that, I want a name."
"Understood," Blake replied without hesitation. "I'm on it."
Zeke paused for a second, then added, "Once you have something solid, come to the hospital. I want to hear it in person."
"Will do."
Zeke ended the call without another word, his jaw tight as he lowered the phone.
As soon as Zeke found out Claire was already in the OR, he went straight there.
