“Then tell me.”
His smile came back slightly.
“There’s a reason the cartel wants her dead so badly.”
My stomach tightened instantly.
Not because of him.
Because…Flick heard every word. I turned as she went up the stairs.
“She didn’t just witness a murder,” Vaughn whispered. “She witnessed an execution tied to federal officials.”
The room froze.
Ava stared at him.
“What?”
Vaughn’s eyes glittered cruelly.
“The girl saw a senator’s son standing in that garage.”
Shock slammed through the tavern.
Even Trigger stopped moving.
Tate swore quietly.
Wolf’s expression turned murderous.
No wonder this never ended.
No wonder the cartel kept finding her.
This wasn’t just organized crime anymore.
This was political.
Federal.
Rotten all the way through.
Vaughn smiled again through blood.
“She can identify all of them.”
Fear hit me then.
Real fear.
Because suddenly this got bigger than Eagle River.
Bigger than Texas.
And…Flick heard every horrible piece of it again.
I stood instantly.
