NINA POV
The dim light of the office cast long shadows across the room as the tension among us grew thicker. It was one of those moments where everyone in the room knew they were on the edge of something important, but no one could be certain what it was just yet. We sat around a conference table, pictures scattered across the glossy surface. Faces of men and women whose ties to illegal operations had been proven. But then, at the center of it all, was Andro, clean, well-groomed, smiling in the photos, and doesn't even have a single criminal record.
Collins, sitting opposite me, leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His brown eyes narrowed as they flickered between the photographs. “This is hard for us and this is because of you,” he muttered. “We sent you
