Chapter 53
The cabin was eerily quiet as dawn broke, the faint light filtering through the thick canopy of trees. The tension in the air was palpable, each of us lost in our thoughts. Oracle was hunched over her laptop, fingers moving deftly as she worked on tracing the funds linked to Monalisa’s network. Alex stood by the window, his silhouette outlined against the dim light, his gun in hand, ever watchful.
Monalisa, bound securely to her chair, had finally stopped talking. Her defiance had faded into a cold silence, but the glint in her eyes spoke volumes—she was planning something.
I sat by the table, flipping through the files we had managed to secure from Monalisa’s operation. They were incomplete, fragments of a puzzle that still eluded us. But there was something here, something
