Winter shook his head once. “Not visible. But it’s the first real lead we have.”
That was true, and Law couldn’t fault them for that. It had taken only hours to arrange a house here in Paradise Valley, so in reality, they were ahead of the curve in finding Rook.
Memphis leaned a shoulder into the doorjamb leading to the living room, glancing at the plates still sitting out on the counter, half-eaten food. “We interrupt breakfast?”
“Yeah, you are,” Sage said, smirking.
Black didn’t say anything, just watched Sage for a second longer than he needed to, then shifted his attention back to Law.
His gaze lingered a fraction longer before it moved.
“Looks like we’ve interrupted more than that,” Winter snorted.
“Yeah, you did,” Sage said again.
Memphis cackled. “Not hiding anymore, are we?”
“Nope.” Sage ate the last bite of sausage and stood.
No hesitation.
Law was a bit speechless about how easily Sage had acknowledged them.
Sage had changed.
Completely.
And Law wasn’t going to let him go back.
Something about it didn’t sit right.
Law’s phone rang.
The vibration buzzed low against the counter before he picked it up.
It rattled once against the surface before he stilled it.
He glanced, answered, and then shot a glance at Sage.
“Yeah, he shut off his phone. One sec,” Law said, flipping it to speaker. “Go ahead, Viper.”
“We have another body. Unidentified female at the residence of an assassin on the list. Rook Jones.”
Sage frowned. “Any sign of Rook?”
“Not that local PD can tell. I need you on scene, Sage—see if you can get an ID.”
Law shook his head before he could stop himself, but Sage was already nodding.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
The line went dead.
Law pushed off the counter and followed Sage down the hall, catching him at the doorway to the back bedroom.
The house felt different again, tighter now, the quiet gone for good.
The space pressed in without the earlier ease.
