For the most part, Debra was unbothered by the yful banter among the group.


    But the situation in Seamar City was far from simple. She was beginning to struggle with distinguishing friend from foe.


    Gand faltered, "To be honest, someone sent me here. I can''t tell you who it was, but I promise I have no intention of betraying anyone here. As for Fermin showing up... I genuinely have no idea."


    Debra fell silent, unsure of what to do, but she couldn''t bring herself to just believe him like that. Andrew had taught her to question everything, even if it pained her to doubt those closest to her.


    "Alright," she said finally. "Words are just words. Let''s check the surveince footage. Then we''ll know if you really passed out in the courtyardst night."


    Before he could react, he called the surveince room. When the call didn''t go through, she dialed Barton instead.


    "Mrs. Houston, what''s up?"


    "I want to check the surveince footage of the garden."


    "I''m sorry, Mrs. Houston. The surveince system is still under repair. We can''t ess anything yet."


    "Got it."


    Debra hung up the phone with a heavy heart.


    Gand shifted ufortably. "What now?"


    Debra studied his face. "You..."


    "Me?"


    "Never mind. I was being overly suspicious. Sorry."


    "It''s fine. I


    ''t hold it against you.


    me,


    It''s normal for you to doubt can


    e you. I''d never bett


    "


    Debra smiled faintly without saying more, but her expression turned gloomy once he left.


    The surveince system had been under repair since the incident with Iwan, but it sounded incredible for a ce known for its top-notch security. Unless Andrew had t that way on purpose.


    Suddenly, the door opened.


    Debra''s instincts kicked in. "Who''s there?"


    "It''s me," replied Marion, dressed sharply in a suit,ing back from apany meeting.


    "Have you figured it out?" Debra asked.


    "Yeah." Marion reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet casing. "This bullet is from a mode? manufactured by the Lowe Group It''s typically used in shooting ranges for wealthy clients. These bullets aren''t supposed to leave the premises. Anyone with ess to them would have to be high-level internal personnel."


    Debra''s eyes narrowed. "Don''t tell me it''s Jordan."


    Jordan took over the Lowe Group the day after Caleb''s death. It was too


    seamless to be normal.


    Marion looked weary. But as he pulled Debra into his arms, some of the tension seemed to leave his body.


    His voice was low and resolute as he muttered, "I''ll kill him."