Becky’s POV
As we waited for Tom's update, Paul's wall clock hummed loudly, marking each second. Tension pushing down on us made the room seem smaller. My mind racing with concern, I walked back and forth.
Paul was on the phone with Tom once more, his forehead wrinkled in focused attention. Phrases like "unexpected development" and "potential threat" that I could catch bits of in the conversation simply made me more anxious.
Paul hung up at last and looked at me. "Tom came upon something." Lydia and Arthur seemed not only to be organizing heists. Their activity spans several sites and targets are large.
My heart fell. They are not only after us, then. They are arranging something far more.
Paul pointed, ‘Exactly! They also bury their tracks with the turmoil they produce. We must act
