"You can't stop me from going."
Damien stood in the doorway. His face was hard. His eyes were cold.
"Watch me," he said.
I grabbed my bag. The coordinates from the files burned in my mind. Geneva. I had to go there.
"After what happened last night—" Damien started.
"You mean after I found another bug?" I cut him off. "One you didn't plant?"
His jaw tightened. "That's why you can't go alone."
"I'm going." I pushed past him.
The flight to Geneva felt long. Every face looked dangerous. The coordinates led me to an old building. Paint peeled from the walls. Windows were broken.
I found a side door. It was unlocked. I stepped inside.
The smell hit me first. Dust. Old wood. Something familiar.
I turned on my phone's light. The furniture sat covered in white sheets. Everything looked f
