“We’re already tracking it,” Rook answered.
“We?”
Rook glanced toward her.
“Shadow Division.”
Trigger frowned immediately.
“There’s more of you?”
Rook looked mildly offended.
“What did you think? I personally handled international conspiracies alone?”
Trigger considered that seriously.
“…kinda.”
Wolf rubbed his forehead.
“I’m surrounded by idiots.”
“You love us,” Trigger replied automatically.
“No.”
A tiny smile almost tugged at my mouth despiteeverything.
Almost.
Then Rook pulled another photograph from the folder.
And the warmth disappeared instantly.
The image showed:
my father.
Leaving a diner in town.
Looking over his shoulder.
Terrified.
The timestamp hit me like a punch.
Two days before he died.
“Oh my God…”
Hersh immediately stepped closer.
“What?”
I pointed shakily at the corner of the photo.
Dad’s face.
