They were all still gathered in the living room, the fire crackling softly as they debriefed each other on the astronomical developments with the Grangers. Mia found herself lost in thought, her mind racing with the whirlwind of events that had unfolded so quickly. She had expected Interpol to take days, even weeks, before making any moves. Could the data they handed over really have pushed the investigation forward this rapidly?
And how did they miss the Daily News being the headquarters of the mafia? Was it in the files Claire had taken from her father, or was it something Interpol had known all along? The questions buzzed in Mia's mind as she listened to the others. She felt a sense of confusion and joy all at once, and it seemed like she wasn't the only one.
"I, for one, am just glad that this is over," Sarah said, leaning back into her chair with a sigh of relief. She looked like she had run a marathon, the exhaustion evident in every line of her face.
