Nadia
A low hum has me turning back to Cole, who runs a hand through his dark hair as he looks up at the big building. “I don’t know as much as I wish I did,” he says. “We’ll get further confirmation once we send Rose’s pictures to Jude so his friend can analyze them.”
“See?” Rose says, taking her eye away from the camera for a second to send me a crappy little grin. “Unlike some people, I am very useful on this trip.”
I ignore her, looking back up at Cole.
“But,” Cole says, giving Rose a pointed glare, silently ordering her not to start trouble, “from what our satellite and drone imagery suggest, this big house was Slaken’s. Apparently, he lived here with his select few. His inner circle.” He sighs and puts his hands into his pockets.
“Did we capture any of those inner circle people
