Becky's POV
The anxiety in the safehouse was palpable, every breath seemed like an attempt to draw in. The awareness of what we were up against sank deep in my bones—a network of corruption greater than any of us had expected. I sensed the walls closing in and the weight of our choices pushing down with every stride we made. Our sole actual lead came from the phone Collins had grabbed, but even it had hazards we weren't sure we were ready for.
Leo and Marcus were seated around the table whispering low-key about our next moves. Leo's face was strained, his jaw set in determination as he kept staring at me. His look combined concern with resolution. For him as much as for all of us, I had to be strong. But the anxiety persisted in clawing its way back to the surface regardless of the dept
