The converted factory had become a tomb of secrets. Rook stood in the command center, the weight of Wick's latest revelation pressing down on him like something that had been waiting for this exact moment. Elena had been playing him. The new alliance wasn't a fresh start—it was another absorption. Another layer of a conspiracy that seemed to have no end.
Irina moved up beside him, her voice low and careful. "What do we know?"
Rook was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the monitors. "Elena's been in contact with someone inside the alliance. Someone who's been working with her from the beginning. We've been building her network for her."
Irina's eyes met his, something shifting in her expression. "Who?"
"I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out." Rook's voice was flat, unreadable.
