Page 95 of The Last Morgan

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For a few moments, silence settled over the table.

Lucy ran her fingers over one of the photos — the one of her sitting in the garden with her mother. She hadn’t even been six years old.

They had been watching her for a while.

Byron’s hand slid over hers, grounding her, warm and protective.

Corey saw it but said nothing.

Instead, he cleared his throat and smiled.

"One last thing."

Everyone looked up.

He pulled out a final photo — one that made Lucy's breath catch.

A close-up shot of her necklace.

The necklace her father had left for her.

"They know about it," Corey said.

Barnaby leaned back in his chair, the faint glow of his laptop lighting up his face.

"It’s time," he announced.

Everyone looked up sharply.

Barnaby tapped a few final keys. "I'm about to plug in the coordinates."

Lucy nodded, setting down her tea. Corey and Byron shifted slightly closer, the air in the room tightening with anticipation.

Barnaby hit enter.

For a second, nothing happened. Then — the screen flashed.

"As if!" Barnaby shouted, laughing in disbelief.

Lucy leaned over his shoulder. "What?"

Barnaby spun the laptop around so they could all see. "They lead to the Morgan Group building."

Corey blinked. "You’re kidding."

"Nope," Barnaby said. "It’s been under our nose the entire time."

Lucy’s mouth tightened into a thin line. "It figures."

"But—" Barnaby hesitated. "It’s not clear exactly where inside the building the item is. Whatever we’re looking for, it’s not in a normal area."

Byron frowned. "What do you mean?"

Barnaby tapped a dark block on the blueprint map. "It’s hidden in something called 'Auxiliary Space B.'"

Corey crossed his arms. "That’s not listed anywhere in the company structure."

Barnaby nodded, started typing into his laptop "And it’s locked behind Level 10 security clearance."

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