Sarah's POV
"Whatcha got?" Liam’s voice was steady as he approached the table, but I could see the tension in the set of his shoulders. The professional negotiator was back, but his eyes still held a lingering warmth from the room upstairs.
"Everything," Ghost muttered, his fingers flying across the keys like a pianist in the middle of a concerto.
Liam leaned over the monitors, his face illuminated by the harsh blue light of the displays, while I sank into the couch beside Wesley. The room fell into a heavy silence, punctuated only by the rapid-fire clicking of the mechanical keyboard and the low hum of the cooling fans.
"Let me finish this last encryption and you can take over," Ghost said, his eyes never leaving the screen.
It took another thirty minutes—thirty minutes of me twisti
