Robert’s POV

I sat in the dimly lit bar, a whiskey glass clutched in my hand, swirling the amber liquid as I let out a slow breath. Across from me, Lola leaned back in her seat, a smirk playing on her lips as she took a sip of her drink.

We had done it.

We had fed Aliana and Freddy exactly what we wanted them to believe—false information, enough to make them think they were still two steps ahead of us.

Lola tilted her head, watching me carefully. “You really think they fell for it?”

I smirked, taking a slow sip. “Of course they did. Freddy’s so full of himself,...