Jack leaned over his shoulder as Gray angled the screen toward us. Text streamed like a flood.
“Dawnbreakers outpost confirmed,” Ava read aloud, brow furrowed. “Courier aborted. Reaper circle prepping breach. Dove contained.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack demanded.
Gray’s jaw tightened. “Dawnbreakers is the MC. Courier’s Clutch. Dove… is Remi.”
I froze. “Contained?”
“Could mean locked down. Could mean surrounded.” Gray scrolled faster. “Hold up, there’s more, cross-thread chatter: ‘If breach fails, fallback order clears the nest. No survivors.’”
Ava went pale. “They’re talking about the club.”
My chest tightened like someone had cinched a belt around my ribs.
“Any location?” I asked.
Gray switched to a signal-trace overlay. “Last ping from Remi’s burner... Fuck it's gone, dead. I can't find it anymore.”
Silence fell like a hammer.
Jack broke it first, voice low. “Dead battery. Swapped SIM. Could be anything.”
“Or” Ava whispered, “they found her.”
I forced myself to stay steady. “Gray. What are they saying now?”
He scrolled, then cursed under his breath. “Reaper strings just went dark. They wiped the channel.”
“What’s the last thing you got?” I asked.
He hesitated, then read it out: “‘Reaper entry confirmed. Lights out if retrieval fails.’”
The words hit like ice water down my spine.
I grabbed my jacket. “We need eyes on the club.”
Gray snapped his laptop shut. “If they’re moving, they’re not broadcasting it anymore.”
Ava stepped forward, voice trembling but steady. “If they hit the club, everyone inside is collateral.”
Jack’s gaze met mine. “Then we make damn sure it doesn’t come to that.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate.
If we were too late, I wanted to know now.
And if we weren’t...
God help the ones who were hunting her.
CHAPTER 64
HARLAN - HIS ARM SWUNG BACK
The drive felt like someone had dropped a candy in a pop bottle and got the lid on before it exploded.
Tense and volatile.
