Then looked toward Hersh.
“She looks terrified.”
Trigger muttered:
“Well this has been a terrible evening.”
Rook ignored him completely.
His focus stayed on Hersh.
“Caleb called me three hours ago.”
Every Ranger in the room froze.
Hersh’s voice sharpened instantly.
“You talked to Caleb?”
“Briefly.”
Briefly?
That sounded ominous somehow.
Wolf crossed his arms.
“Where is he?”
Rook’s expression didn’t change.
“Unavailable.”
That was absolutely military code for:
doing something illegal in another country.
Trigger sighed heavily.
“I miss having normal friends.”
“You don’t have friends,” Wolf reminded him.
“Rude.”
But nobody was really listening now.
Because Hersh had gone laser focused.
“If Caleb called you,” he said carefully, “then he already knows about Flick.”
Rook nodded once.
“Yes.”
Nobody spoke.
How much did Caleb know exactly?
