CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
John looked up and pulled his glasses from his face. "Kestrel? What are y'all doing here?" he asked. His hair stood up in gray-black spikes, and he sported red rims around his eyes and bags under them. That explained his exhausted look.
"I could ask the same," Lawrence said and moved to the front of our group. He crossed his arms and frowned. Hmmm, not what I expected. But what did I think he'd do? The two of them had been up to something, and I still didn't know what.
John appeared unfazed. "Why? I'm here working late, and you're all here dressed like cat-burglars. No offense, Corey."
"None taken," Corey replied. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"
John gestured to the files around him. "I've recently been made aware of a secret project our group has been in
