CHAPTER 55

Philip's heart raced as he watched Andrew Lane step out of the car. Lane's presence confirmed that whatever was happening here was more significant than they had anticipated. He exchanged a quick glance with Clara, whose expression had hardened into one of intense focus.

"Stay low," Clara whispered, pulling out her phone to alert the FBI backup team. "We can’t move in until we have confirmation of what’s inside those crates. This has to be airtight."

Jessica shifted nervously beside Philip, her eyes glued to her father’s figure. Lane was speaking with one of the guards, his demeanor as calm and collected as ever. It was the same cold confidence Philip had seen in their previous encounters, but now, it was laced with something more—determination. Whatever Lane had planned, it was unfolding right before their eyes.

Philip felt a surge of anger, but he knew they couldn’t afford to act impulsively. They needed to stick to the plan and gather as much information as possible. This might be