Felix stared at the wall-sized display in silence.Rows of photographs covered the screen.
Names.
Locations.
Employment histories.
Patterns.
Connections.
Every piece of information they had been able to pull from Silas's network sat organized in neat columns.
Dayo stood beside him with a cup of coffee that had gone cold almost thirty minutes ago. Neither of them had touched their drinks. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the servers running behind the glass partition.
Felix finally broke the silence. "We have all six."
Dayo nodded. "Show me."
Felix tapped a key.
The first photograph expanded.
A woman in her late thirties.
Sharp eyes.
Professional smile.
The kind of face people trusted instinctively.
"Wendy Brooks," Felix said.
Dayo immediately recognized her.
Alice's therapist. Or at least the woman pretending to be one.
