Marcus's point of view

Its weight was apparently greater than its actual mass as the ledger sat on my desk. The tangled jumble of codes, numbers, and names that could have saved or destroyed my bag was hidden under its weathered leather cover.

With his fingers gliding over the keyboard keys, Caleb sat down on a workspace in the office and continued to work over his laptop. I paced back and forth hovering over him, growing more tense with each passing second. The dimly lit room was on illuminated by the light from the computer screen and the floor light turned on at one corner of the office with the...