The air in the conference room was so tense it was almost palpable.
Jasper could feel twelve pairs of eyes focusing on him simultaneously, including Director Vincent's hawk-like gray-blue eyes.
He instinctively loosened his tie, tasting the salty bitterness of sweat as his throat bobbed, then took a deep breath and projected the data from his tablet onto the main screen of the conference room.
Photo after photo flashed by—Ferrari's mother in Milan, White Bear's sister in Kyiv, Hunter's fiancée in London...
"The core of my plan is them—the close friends and relatives of the core members of Musician Defense Company."
