Chapter 18 Unveiling The Web

• The rain outside was heavier, hitting the panes of the police station like some sort of annoyingly steady drum. Lisa, Mark, and Sanchez leaned over a table that was strewn with documents, maps, and photos; the air was heavy with tension and the fumes of stale coffee.
• Sanchez's eyes were sharp, her voice steady, as she laid out the plan. "We have to follow the money. Nexus might be shadowy, but money leaves a trail."
• Lisa nodded, looking sideways at Mark, who furiously scribbled away. "How do we start?