Too fast.
Flick stood beside me, gripping one of my old letters so tightly the paper crumpled in her shaking hand.
“He found us…”
Her voice barely existed.
I turned toward her immediately.
“What?”
Her eyes lifted slowly to mine.
Full of fear now.
Real fear.
“The senator found us years ago.”
Silence.
Wolf’s expression darkened instantly.
And the worst part?
She was probably right.
I looked back down at the surveillance photos scattered across the floor.
Years of them.
Not random.
Not temporary.
Organized.
Patient.
Like somebody had been waiting.
Watching.
Tracking.
And suddenly one ugly truth settled hard in my chest.
Mercer didn’t just want revenge anymore.
He wanted leverage.
Trigger said it out loud first.
“Oh hell.”
Wolf looked toward him sharply. “What?”
Trigger pointed at the photos.
