*Astrid*
I stand in the dim light of Kairo's living room, the tension thick as the lingering smoke from Filip's cigarette. His eyes dart between Zac and me, a clear unease settling in the creases of his face. His face is still bruises from when Zac hit him.
"Who was that man, Filip?" I press, my gaze fixed on the grainy image frozen on my phone screen, a surveillance video Jensen has dug up from the file Bolman Got from the waitress.
Filip's face in the video is unmistakable, his hand almost too firm on Kairo's arm. He seems to be shielding her, so She won’t notice a man at the other end of the bar.
"I've never seen him before," Filip replies, but his voice wavers, a tell-tale sign that doesn't slip past me.
I narrow my eyes. "You're shielding her from someone you don't know? He seeme
