“Still lovable.”
Under any other circumstances Flick would’ve smiled.
Tonight she stayed close against my side.
Quiet.
Thinking.
I was sure she was remembering Caleb; he was always saving people, even as a boy.
Ava looked toward the scattered surveillance photos again.
And all humor disappearedfrom the room.
“I didn’t know Mercer was tied to Juárez,” she admitted quietly. “Not until tonight.”
Wolf frowned.
“But you suspected something.”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
Ava hesitated.
Too long.
My voice dropped colder.
“Ava.”
She met my eyes carefully.
“I think Mercer has people inside federal witness relocation.”
The room went dead silent.
Flick stiffened beside me instantly.
Trigger swore under his breath.
Tate would absolutely love hearing that one.
Wolf’s jaw tightened.
“How deep?”
“We don’t know.”
We.
Interesting.
I caught that immediately.
“So you’re not alone.”
