And this one changed everything.
Because it wasn’t Flick.
Or her father.
Or me.
It was a picture of the Last Stand Tavern.
Taken over two years ago.
And standing outside beside Trigger and Wolf?—
was Deputy US Marshal Ava Moreno.
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FELICITY
The room went completely silent.
Rain crashed through the broken bedroom window while all of us stared at the photograph in Wolf’s hand.
Ava.
Standing outside the Last Stand Tavern beside Wolf and Trigger.
Two years ago.
Long before she ever brought Isabel Torres to Eagle River.
Before any of this officially started.
“Oh my God…” I whispered.
Trigger took the photo from Wolf fast.
His expression darkened instantly.
“Well that feels personal.”
Wolf’s eyes narrowed toward the picture.
“She knew us already.”
Hersh stayed very still beside me.
Too still.
The dangerous kind.
Not anger.
Calculation.
I looked up at him nervously.
“Hersh…”
