Ava surprised all of us by quietly saying:
“No. You’re surrounded by people who actually care.”
The room went still after that.
Because she sounded almost shocked by it herself.
Vaughn laughed weakly from the floor.
“You people really think you can stop this?”
Nobody even looked at him.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because suddenly the corrupt marshal wasn’t the biggest force in the room anymore.
Love was.
Loyalty.
Protection.
Family.
The exact things men like Vaughn and the senator underestimated.
Trigger finally looked up from his laptop.
“Oh, this just got fun.”
Wolf frowned. “What?”
Trigger slowly turned the screen toward the room.
Bank transfers.
Offshore accounts.
Political donations.
Cartel shell companies.
And right in the middle?—
a photograph.
My blood turned cold instantly.
Because it was me.
Walking into the café yesterday morning.
Someone had been watching me before Hersh ever found me.
Trigger’s face darkened.
