Hannah's POV:
Fifty Mexican men were standing in a straight line on the field. One among them is a traitor. I walked past twenty men. But no one matched the descriptions of the Latino guy whom I saw in Sicily.
Everyone was glaring at me oddly, and it was making me a bit uncomfortable. I reached the end of the line.
Fernando came to me. " Were you able to identify the traitor?" he questioned.
I shook my head. " I am sorry. None of them is the man I saw that night."
Fernando was puzzled. Liam noticed the situation, and he stepped closer to me. "Sweetie, are you sure about this? Or did you just forget his face? Even if you did, it doesn't matter-"
"Liam, I remember that man. And he is not here," I asserted firmly.
"Is it possible that the man could have been from the other territory?" Fernando asked Liam.
