BRIANNA’S POV
The room was so quiet, you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. We were still huddled around the computer. My fingers were clenched around the edge of the desk till my knuckles turned white. I couldn’t breathe.
Every second Kevin took to decode the files felt like a lifetime. There were still more things to decode. Trevor and Anthony stood behind him, tense and unmoving with their eyes glued to the screen.
DeMonte was leaning against the wall behind us, arms crossed. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Since he came he wasn’t cracking jokes or making some sarcastic comment. That scared me more than anything.
Kevin's fingers moved fast across the keyboard. The only sound in the room was the clicking of keys.
“I’m almost there…” Kevin muttered, squin
