Chapter 65. What Did You Find?

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The villa looms quiet in the dark.

A false kind of peace.

I pull into the private bay. Engine off. Box still riding shotgun.

Inside, the hall lights hum low. Past midnight.

I make for the control wing.

A faint commotion ahead—raised voices.

The door hisses open and—

Chaos.

Screens glowing. Feeds looping. Red pins marking a map wall.

My team, mid-argument.

“—I’m telling you, it’s someone from the inside.”

“Bullshit. It’s that barista guy from the café. He’s always hovering—”

“Yeah? Then explain the handwriting match with Rae’s high school records—”

“Explain your face, dumbass—”

Someone shoves.

A chair scrapes.

Fists are half-drawn.

Then they see me.

Silence.

Guilty eyes scatter.

Feet shuffle back to seats. Necks crane toward screens like that’s what they’d been doing the whole time.

I don’t say anything for a second.

Then:

“Enough