"You’re saying Eric has been meeting with someone called The Broker?" Madison’s voice broke the tense silence in my living room. She leaned forward, her eyes wide as she processed the weight of what we’d uncovered.
I nodded, pointing at the latest batch of documents we’d found. "It’s all here. Wire transfers, meeting logs, even travel records. Whoever this Broker is, they’re pulling strings everywhere, and Eric is one of their puppets."
Finlay, sitting opposite us, rubbed his temple. Frustration was etched into his features. "That name keeps on cropping up, yet we still have no idea who they are or what they want. We have nothing but breadcrumbs."
I crossed my arms, trying to mask the dread pooling in my chest. "It's more than breadcrumbs. If Eric's working for this Broker, then he know
