You think he's telling the truth?" Marco asked in a low, taut voice, staring at the door Lorenzo had vanished through.
I didn't answer right away. My mind was a whirlpool of questions and suspicions. "Do we even know what the truth is anymore?
Luciana slammed her laptop shut, her frustration evident. “This doesn’t make sense. If Lorenzo is alive, what else has The Broker been keeping from us? Or worse, who’s been helping him?”
Maverick leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “You’re saying one of us?”
The room tensed like a coiled spring.
"It's not impossible," Luciana said with measured words, avoiding looking into their eyes. "The data I decrypted… there were traces of internal communication, messages sent from inside the team."
Marco whipped to face her.
