"Everyone is clean?" Ewan addressed Sandro, who had just rejoined the group with Zane, both with palpable tension riding on their faces.
Ewan could understand why already. If the people were clean, it meant that the mole was within the group, the people known as family to each other. His prayers hadn't been answered; things were about to get ugly.
"Yes. They are all clean. The prisoners too. I did a quick check on Connor also. Clean as ever," Sandro answered, his hand gripping the tracking tool tightly. "Maybe the traitor placed a call to whomever is behind this mess. Maybe there is no tracker at all?"
"Maybe…" Ewan concurred, more to himself, for his voice was barely a whisper. "But to be on the safe side, we will be checking everyone." A pause, where he lifted his head and stared at Sandro steely, pushing sadness and hope aside.
"Start with you and Zane."
