Stefano’s blood.
My brother’s blood.
A nurse says something to me, but I don’t hear her.
Spike arrives with Bones, Tank, and half the Shadows looking ready to tear the building apart.
Foster’s beside him, pale but focused.
“Any sign of them?” Spike asks.
“No.”
The word nearly kills me.
His jaw tightens.
“Then we move.”
“Yes.” I look down at my blood-covered hands. “We move now.”
“Mav,” Foster says carefully. “We’re still mapping out his locations. We can’t go in blind.”
I lift my eyes to his.
“He threatened my family.”
“I know.”
“My woman and daughter are gone.”
“I know.”
“My brother is in surgery with a bullet in his chest.”
Foster swallows.
I step closer.
“There’s no more timeline. No more waiting. No more careful approach. Victor Dane wanted my attention.”
My voice drops.
“He has it.”
Spike nods once. “Where is he?”
“We have three possible locations,” Foster says. “The warehouse in Ohio, a private residence under one of his shell companies, and a small office building outside Cincinnati.”
“No.”
Everyone turns to me.
Foster frowns. “No?”
“He isn’t in Ohio.”
“Maverick.”
