The locks.
The curtains.
The vehicle driving past her house.
And now this.
Someone had been watching her long before she witnessed that murder.
“Hersh…”
Her voice cracked softly.
I turned toward her immediately.
Fear filled her eyes now.
Real fear.
“What if my father died because of me?”
Absolutely not.
I stepped in front of her fast enough she startled slightly.
“Don’t.”
“But—”
“Don’t put that on yourself.”
My hands framed her face gently.
Firm enough she couldn’t look away.
“Whatever happened to your father,” I said quietly, “belongs to the people who caused it.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks instantly.
And God help me?—
something vicious woke up inside my chest, watching her cry.
Because she’d spent sixteen years hurting over lies.
And now she was trying to carry this too.
Not happening.
Behind us, Wolf spoke quietly.
“We need that box.”
Trigger nodded once.
“Tonight.”
Thunder exploded overhead.
