Everly's POV
We had laid out the two maps we'd taken on the table in the conference room outside of my home office. Several black lights were set up around the table and aimed at the maps resting on it so that the otherwise invisible markings and words could be clearly seen.
"Pretty sure that word's Spanish," Ryan said as he pointed to one of the words.
"What do you mean pretty sure?" Eric asked him. "Spanish was one of the two languages the agency required us to learn and become fluent in. How are you only pretty sure that's a Spanish word?"
Tessa was leaned back in her chair, her feet up on the table in front of her. "He had Alejandra do his Spanish homework," She announced. "That's why he's only pretty sure."
Ryan glared at her. "Oh, like you didn't do the same?"
Ian looked betwee
