"Anything yet?" Axel asked in a low voice as he adjusted the cuffs of his black jacket. He stood in the dim light of the foyer, his dark clothes blending with the shadows.
I was dressed in a black turtleneck, my hair pulled into a tight bun, ready for our stakeout mission. I shook my head. "Nothing yet."
I opened my phone, scrolling through messages, hoping for an update from the guard at Erica's safe house. The screen remained stubbornly blank, and my fingers tapped impatiently against the device.
Axel leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning me. "Who do you think she's working with?"
"I have no idea," I admitted, slipping my phone into my pocket. "But I suspect Cassandra."
"Hmmmm… Since when?"
"Since that random text she made to me out of nowhere after so many years. I mean… I was genuinely happy to hear from her. It felt like reconnecting with an old friend after our abrupt loss of communication back in high school. But after we hung up, something didn't sit right."
