CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY EIGHT – Reunion

Lucas took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. "It started small," he explained. "Snippets of conversations I overheard at the garage, license plate numbers of suspicious vehicles. But as Harris gained more trust in me, the requests became more specific." He detailed how he had used his tech skills to hack into the financial records of shell companies, tracking the flow of money through various fronts. "It was like unraveling a massive, tangled web," Lucas said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Each thread led to another, revealing more of the mafia's operations." Ella listened intently, her analytical mind already working on the implications. "And what about the risks?" she asked. "How close have they come to discovering your involvement?" Lucas's expression grew grave. "There have been a few close calls," he admitted. "A couple of weeks ago, one of the higher-ups in the organization came to the garage unexpectedly. I had just finished copying some files and barely managed to hid