Flick stiffened hard in my arms.
“Hersh…”
I already knew.
Or at least part of me did.
Because suddenly pieces started sliding together in my head.
Too many pieces.
Too damn fast.
Trigger leaned closer to the screen again.
“Wait.”
His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard.
Another image appeared.
Then another.
Everyone from Eagle River.
Different days.
Different locations.
And every single photo included me somewhere nearby.
At the tavern.
Leaving the sheriff’s office.
Walking near the river trail.
Watching Flick.
Protecting Flick.
My pulse turned cold.
They’d been tracking me before tonight.
Wolf saw it too.
“Why would the cartel care about Blaze?”
Ava looked sick again.
Not nervous sick.
Recognition sick.
And that scared the hell out of me.
“Ava,” Tate said sharply.
