Sophia
The War inside.
I watched the file uploaded with my arms crossed and my jaw locked. Every click echoed like a match being struck. One after another. One after another.
Ricci’s secrets, all of them. Numbers. Hidden accounts. Deals are done in smoke-stained rooms. Transactions that didn’t smell like money—they stank like blood.
I didn’t blink. Not once.
Mike stood behind me. I felt the heat of his breath and the way his fingers twitched near his belt like he was itching to grab a gun instead of a keyboard. But this was cleaner. More devastating.
“Interpol’s gonna bury him,” he muttered.
I nodded. My throat was tight like it was full of barbed wire. But I said it anyway.
“Good.”
He looked at me like he was searching for the girl he used to know. I think she died a long time a
