She looked up slowly.
Then quietly said:
“Because he’s the Ranger from Juárez.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Trigger blinkedonce.
“What?”
Flick pulled back slightly in my arms to look up at me.
Confused.
“Hersh?”
Damn it.
I closed my eyes briefly.
Because I knew exactly what Ava meant now.
Knew exactly which mission she was talking about.
And judging by the look on Ava’s face?
Federal agencies knew too.
Wolf frowned. “Somebody wanna explain?”
Ava stared at me carefully.
“The case crossed my desk years ago. Eight years ago, a covert Ranger operation hit a cartel trafficking route near Juárez.”
Flick’s body stiffened against mine.
Oh no.
“There were over forty women and children being moved across the border,” Ava continued quietly. “The Rangers wiped out the convoy.”
Trigger’s eyes widened slightly.
“Hersh…”
I looked away briefly.
Because I hated this part.
Not the mission.
Never the mission.
What came after.
“The cartel lost millions of dollars,” Ava said softly. “And one of the men killed during the operation…”
