The ride back to the estate felt very different from the one earlier that night.
No one spoke.
Not Vanessa.
Not Marco.
Not even Gale.
The convoy moved through the dark streets while the weight of Romano's words lingered in everyone's mind.
He's already in your house.
Vanessa watched the road through the window, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
She replayed the last few days in her head.
Every hallway she walked through.
Every face she passed.
Every conversation.
Somewhere in that mansion—
Someone had been watching them.
Waiting.
Marco finally broke the silence.
"We should sweep the house."
Vanessa immediately shook her head.
"No."
Marco frowned in the rearview mirror.
"No?"
"If the spy is inside the estate…"
She glanced at Gale.
"…then any sudden security sweep will warn them."
Marco sighed.
"I really hate this plan."
Vanessa smirked slightly.
"You hate every plan."
"That's because your plans involve kidnapping and traitors."
