They already had their weapons up.
Ava moved toward the hallway fast.
“What kind of vehicle?” she whispered.
I stepped closer to the broken window carefully.
Black SUV.
Large.
Government-style.
No visible plates from this angle.
My stomach turned cold.
“Same type from earlier.”
Flick inhaled sharply beside me.
Not good.
Not good at all.
The SUV rolled to a stop directly in front of the porch.
Engine still running.
Nobody got out immediately.
That bothered me more than if they had.
Because men who sat calmly in storms outside dark houses?
Usually knew exactly what they were doing.
Trigger crouched near the stairwell.
“If Mercer sent people, why only one vehicle?”
“Could be recon,” Wolf answered quietly.
“Could be cleanup,” Ava muttered.
My jaw tightened hard at that word.
Cleanup.
Meaning:
recover evidence,
eliminate witnesses,
burn the rest.
No chance in hell.
