Just him.
Just us.
Then—
Trigger’s voice cut through the farmhouse sharply.
“Uh… guys?”
Hersh lifted his head instantly.
Every operative in the room turned toward the laptop on the kitchen table.
Trigger looked pale.
Actually pale.
Wolf stepped closer beside him. “What is it?”
Trigger swallowed once.
Then slowly turned the screen toward all of us.
Video footage filled the monitor.
Dark warehouse.
Cargo containers.
Armed men.
Children.
Dozens of them.
My stomach rolled instantly.
“Oh my God…”
But it wasn’t the children that froze Hersh beside me.
Or Rook.
Or anyone else in the room.
It was the man standing in the center of the screen.
Senator Mercer.
Smiling directly into the camera.
And behind him?—
painted across one of the cargo containers?—
was a symbol.
A black raven with spread wings.
