“That whole doctor ripping you apart situation.”
Lucas huffed a laugh from the front seat.
Clay looked out the window again.
The fading sunlight blurred across the glass.
“Wasn’t personal.”
Miles let out a low whistle.
“Man, that’s where you’re wrong.”
Yeah.
Maybe.
Lucas glanced back over his shoulder slightly.
“You ever talk to her after that?”
“No.”
“You going to?”
“No.”
Too fast.
The truck fell quiet again except for the low growl of the engine.
Then Miles muttered under his breath—
“Yeah… that’s not gonna last.”
Clay didn’t answer.
Because somewhere deep down—
He already knew that too.
2
Clay
Something was wrong.
Clay felt it before Russ even opened his mouth.
The second the man walked into the briefing room, the atmosphere shifted.
Too quiet.
Too controlled.
Russ normally carried calm confidence into a room.
This was different.
