Phoebe's POV
My eyes darted toward the door where Alistair's guards stood watch. Keeping my voice barely above a whisper, I said, "Still unclear. Intelligence from our base is sketchy at best. Sure, Rodney and his crew fit plenty of the lab evidence, but I doubt he's Luca."
lan gave the unconscious Rodney a contemptuous kick. "Because this piece of trash lacks the killer instinct?"
I grinned. "You picked up on that too?"
lan nodded. "The second I laid eyes on Rodney back at the safe house, something felt off. He's got the look of a villain, but none of the cold-blooded ruthlessness."
Luca—the mastermind who built human experimentation labs across the globe and dodged every major power for years—wouldn't crack under pressure so easily.
lan suspected that capturing Rodney's entire family had been too effortless, like invisible hands were orchestrating everything from the shadows.
Nothing added up.
