Liam looked at Dickson tiredly. His eyes had a quiet sharpness as he asked, "So what exactly did you discover?"
Dickson's eyes lit up as he said, "Oh, right." He turned to Vanessa, gesturing at her setup. "Mind shifting over, miss genius?"
Vanessa moved out of the way, her chair sliding sideways as Dickson immediately took over her position and pulled his phone from his pocket. He connected it to the system and began working rapidly, fingers gliding across her keyboard like he'd done it a hundred times before.
Vanessa exchanged a glance with Liam, who shrugged slightly, just watching.
Then the screen came alive.
Several high-definition images appeared. Rows of faces filled the screens—some clear, some caught mid-movement, but all distinguishable. Liam's brows furrowed as he looked closer. He recognized a few of them. Older men, middle-aged men, a few younger ones. Some were in sharp suits, others had that high-society casual look.
