Nobody spoke for several seconds.
The photograph remained on Dante's phone.
Cassandra.
Inside Sinclair Private Bank.
Camille stared at the image until her eyes began to hurt.
"No."
The word came out quietly.
Dante looked at her.
"Camille."
"No."
She shook her head.
"Cassandra wouldn't do this."
Chanel was still holding her phone.
Her hands trembled.
"My father."
Camille turned toward her.
"We'll find him."
Chanel looked at her.
"You believe me?"
"I don't know what to believe anymore."
That honesty hurt.
But Chanel nodded.
"Neither do I."
Adrian stepped toward them.
"We need to slow down."
Dante looked at him.
"Explain."
"The photograph proves Cassandra was inside the bank."
"Yes."
"It doesn't prove she was working against us."
Dante's eyes narrowed.
"What about the message?"
"Could've been sent by someone else."
Camille looked at the photograph again.
"But why Cassandra?"
Nobody answered.
Then the front door opened.
Cassandra walked inside.
