Sebastian's POV
Julian's house was quiet—but not in a peaceful way.
It was the kind of quiet that settled over a room when everyone was thinking the same thing.
We were running out of time.
Callum sat near the window, jaw tight, hands wrapped around the file that confirmed what we already feared—the blood was Elena's.
Julian stood, arms crossed, staring at nothing.
Anna was on the couch, scrolling through her phone, eyes scanning old messages like maybe she missed something.
I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "What's on the flash drive?"
Julian didn't answer right away.
He held it up, sealed in its plastic bag. "I sent it to someone I trust. He's working on decrypting it."
"Think it's connected to the impersonation?" I asked.
He nodded. "Almost definitely. Elena's name is being used. Fake accounts. Offshore transfers. The drive might explain how they did it—or who's behind it."
I looked at Callum. "The blood?"
