The air inside the room was thick with tension as they all sat around the living room, scattered papers everywhere, Claire hunched over her laptop screen, Sarah on her knees on the floor sifting through different documents that were printed out, Mia mirroring this on the other side of the room. Matt and Andrew were still out, probably in contact with interpol.
The weight of what they were going through hung heavily over them, and Mia could feel the collective anxiety in the room.
Claire's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she took a deep breath and clicked on another file. The screen filled with rows upon rows of names, transactions, and coded notes that only hinted at the depth of the operation they were uncovering. For a moment, Claire just stared at the screen, her face unreadable.
