Samantha's POV
The blinds let just enough morning light pass through to create lengthy shadows throughout the little apartment. Sleep avoided me, and now I sat at the kitchen table, everything weighing down my chest. I looked at Alex, standing by the window, his arms folded and gazing out into the vacant street. His shoulders clearly showed tension, a mute mirror of all we had yet to say.
Lila had sent us the necessary information last night: a lead but potentially a risky one. Pier Number 17. Two days apart. Still unknown, though, was what that cargo included and how Royce fit among all of it. The old knot of doubt tightened in my gut. Every advance was like strolling farther into the future.
Alex said at last, his voice under control and low. "You think we should trust her?
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