Kellan's POV
Morning light filtered through my window, but it was barely noticed. In front of me, on the desk, my laptop sat with its screen full of all the documents and reports Thomas sent over in the last days: copies of bank accounts, police records, cameras at important junctions. The jigsaw of grains formed one enormous confusing puzzle.
My phone rang right next to my head. I lifted it-the name across the screen glowed. It was Thomas.
“What have you got?" I said, cutting to the chase.
“We need to act fast, Carl is growing paranoid,” Thomas said. “We’ve noticed him destroying files, moving assets around. He knows someone’s digging into his business, but he doesn’t know it’s us.”
Good. That gave us an edge, but not much of one. Carl was too calculating to let his guard down for long.
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