Drake fell silent.


    That was how it should''ve been. He''d told himself over and over that it was just a deal.


    That was how he''d always rolled, turning everything into a transaction, and he wasn''t really helping Debra and Marion.


    But now, they were up against the Illuminati. It was like ants versus an elephant. He couldn''t just watch them march to their deaths and do nothing.


    "Don''t let anyone know about my deal with Andrew," he said. "Or else..."


    "I know. I won''t slip," Kale assured.


    Andrew had made it clear that they should keep their deal from Debra, and Drake wasn''t nning to spill anyway.


    In theputer room, Debra and Marion walked in on Randy and Erica flirting.


    Erica jumped off Randy, yelling, "Why didn''t you knock?"


    "Yeah, that''s rude," Randy echoed.


    Debra cleared her throat. "Uh, you didn''t lock the door."


    Randy red. "Marion, get her in line."


    "She is right," Marion said.


    "Enough. Get to the point." Erica pinched Randy''s arm.


    Rubbing the sting, Randy grumbled, "Fine. I''ve tracked it down. The deals happen overseas."


    "That fast?" Debra blinked. "How''d you figure it out?"


    "No kidding," Randy bragged. "I checked their order times and cross-referenced flight data. Every time they buy the powder, they jet overseas. Moste back the next day. Gotta pick it up there."


    He pulled up a map, showing streets and 24-hour traces of buyers. All lines converged on one spot: a chocte shop called Heart.


    Debra zoomed in, hunting for another lead, but there was none. Every buyer hit that shop.


    "What''s wrong?" Randy asked, puzzled.


    Debra felt a chill. "Your data''s solid, right?"


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