Astrid sat across from George, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the concern etched on his face, but she wasn't sure if it was genuine.

"George, what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice calm and measured. "What do you mean Andrew is the leader of a gang?"

George leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm talking about the Big Dogs, Astrid. They're a notorious gang that smuggles weapons and engages in all sorts of illicit activities. And Andrew is their leader."

Astrid's mind was racing. She had suspected that Andrew was involved in something shady, but she hadn't expected it to be this.

"Why...