“You heading out?”
“Maybe.”
Boston flicked the knife closed with a quick snap and shoved his curls back from his eyes, energy sparking through the small motion.
“That sounded like a maybe that’s actually a yes.”
Sage’s mouth twitched faintly, forest-green eyes sharp despite the casual look.
“You always this helpful in the morning?”
Boston grinned, sharp and cocky. “Only when people start doing suspicious things before coffee.”
Micah set his mug down, moving with the calm, dancer-light grace that made him seem quieter than he already was.
“You want company?”
Sage slipped the phone into his pocket.
“Nope.”
He grabbed the keys off the table again, spinning them once before catching them.
“Just a meeting,” Sage said, stepping out of the YA cabin with his keys still in his hand.
The sound of tires crunching over gravel cut across the quiet morning.
A dark truck rolled up fast along the ranch road and stopped near the cabin.
Law got out first.
Even at a distance, he carried that steady, grounded presence Sage had come to recognize—tall and broad-shouldered, dark hair threaded with gray catching the early light. Nothing hurried about him, but nothing wasted either. He moved with the quiet efficiency of a man who had spent most of his life stepping into trouble and dealing with it.
Black stepped out on the other side of the truck.
Where Law was calm gravity, Black was contained violence—tall, powerful, dark hair and sharp attention already sweeping the yard. He moved with deliberate precision.
Sage paused at the bottom of the porch steps.
Behind him, Boston leaned against the open cabin doorway, restless energy barely contained, while Micah stepped out beside him—silent and watchful.
Law’s whiskey-colored eyes landed on Sage.
He didn’t ask what Sage had been about to do. Just looked at him for a moment, reading the room the way he always did.
“We’ve got another one,” Law said.
The words landed like a weight dropping into still water.
Boston straightened. “Another body?”
Law nodded once. “Sheriff’s office called it in this morning. Looks like it connects to one of the names in those files Sage found.”
Micah’s expression didn’t change, but Sage caught the slight stillness in his posture.
Black glanced toward Micah, already reading the shift.
Law’s gaze returned to Sage, steady and assessing.
