He didnât have to look at the door to know she had walked in. The shift in the roomâs gravity told him everything.
Sarah sighed, leaning back. "It wasn't a leak, Elias. It was a trap. Everyone saw it but you. You were so hungry for the 'big one' that you walked right into the teeth of it."
She stood up, pulling her coat tight. She didn't look angry anymore; she looked exhausted.
"The intel was solid," Elias muttered, finally looking up. His eyes were bloodshot, the weight of the nightâs failure etched into the lines of his face. "We had the codes. We had the window. Someone leaked the play."