“They’ve had eyes on Eagle River for days.”
Silence hit the tavern hard.
Hersh’s arms tightened around me immediately.
Protective instinct.
Automatic.
Wolf’s expression went lethal.
Tate swore quietly.
Ava looked genuinely alarmed now.
Then Trigger zoomed in farther on the image.
And suddenly the entire room froze.
Because standing blurry in the background of the photograph?—
was Hersh.
The picture had never been about finding me.
It was about finding him too.
29
BLAZE
The second Trigger zoomed in on that photograph, my stomach dropped hard.
Because the picture wasn’t centered on Flick.
It was centered on me.
The café behind her blurred slightly from distance and rain.
But me?
Sharp enough to identify.
Standing near the curb.
Watching her.
Watching us.
Wolf looked up slowly from the laptop.
“That’s not surveillance on a witness.”
“No,” Ava whispered.
Tate’s expression darkened instantly.
“That’s target acquisition.”
