Skylar raised her phone, the ominous text glowing against the dim light of the safehouse. "They've already moved the twins. We're too late."
Julian paced the room, his hands on his hips. "What did I say? This whole operation was rushed. Now we're back to square one."
Jasper snorted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Blame me again, why don't you? Like you had a better plan.
"I did, actually!" Julian shot back, voice rising. "But no one listens when Iā"
"Enough!" Skylar banged her hand against the table until they stopped arguing. "All this argument won't get us the twins. We have another way inside to get somebody behind my uncle, who'll reveal his next step."
Julian frowned. "And that exactly would be who? All persons who have ever worked for him are dead or terrified."
Skylar's jaw clenched as a plan began to take shape in her mind. "Not everyone. There's one person who could help us."
