"I'm not the mole." Ruiz sat in the back of the car, his hands still bound, his face bloody, his eyes burning with something that looked like desperation. Eli sat across from him, his gun resting on his knee. Cove was in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the wheel, his knuckles white. "You expect us to believe that?" Eli said. "I don't expect you to believe anything. I just need you to listen." "Then talk." Ruiz took a breath. His voice was rough. Broken. "I've been working with Adrian for six months. But not the way you think." "Then how?" "I was gathering information. Trying to find out what he was planning. Trying to stop him." "You were working with him." "I was working against him. From the inside." Eli leaned forward. "Then why didn't you tell us?"
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