~LAYLA~
"Alright," Tye said, straightening up. "So, what's the call? If she's the mole, we need to grab her now before she runs."
"And if she's innocent?" I countered. "If we drag her into an interrogation room after she just watched her boss get blown up, we lose her trust forever. We lose the evidence she promised us. We lose the only leverage we have against Henry."
I took a deep breath. It was a gamble… a massive one.
"Stand down, Tye," I ordered. "Do not intercept."
Tye's jaw tightened. "Layla…"
"Let her go home. But I want eyes on her apartment. Front door, back door, fire escape. If she so much as opens a window, I want to know. But don't touch her. We talk to her tomorrow. We ask her about everything, and we get the evidence."
Tye held my gaze for a long second, assessing me. Then, he nodded slowly. "Copy that. Surveillance only."
