84. Project Cale

Isaac scrolled through the gallery on Savas Faust's phone, his brows furrowing deeper with each swipe. The images on the screen made him stop mid-motion, his hand hovering over the device as if it had suddenly turned radioactive.

"What the hell…" he muttered under his breath, unable to suppress the mix of shock and irritation bubbling inside him.

Luri, who was typing furiously on her laptop, glanced up when she noticed Isaac's silence. "What now?" she asked, tilting her head. "Did you find something?"

Isaac's face turned crimson as he quickly tilted the phone away from her line of sight. "No," he said hastily. "Nothing useful. Just... irrelevant junk."

Luri raised an eyebrow, immediately intrigued. She leaned over, trying to peer at the screen. "Irrelevant junk? Let me see."

Isaac turned his chair slightly, putting the phone even further out of reach. "No. Trust me, you don't want to see this."