Rook nodded once.
“Yes.”
“And Mercer killed him for it.”
Another nod.
My hands curled into fists.
Because suddenly her father’s fear made horrifying sense.
He hadn’t uncovered corruption.
He’d uncovered evil.
Real evil.
The kind buried under money, power, and bodies.
Trigger rubbed both hands over his face. “Okay. Cool. Awesome. So we’re fighting a senator, a cartel, corrupt federal agents, and apparently a government-funded child trafficking operation.”
Wolf muttered, “When you say it out loud it sounds worse.”
“It IS worse.”
Then—
one of Shadow Division’s operators near the window suddenly stiffened.
Hand lifting tohis earpiece.
Rook noticed instantly. “Report.”
The operator’s face hardened.
“We’ve got movement.”
Every weapon in the room came up immediately.
My pulse slammed hard.
“How many?”
The operator looked toward the dark tree line outside.
“Multiple vehicles approaching fast.”
Thunder exploded overhead.
Then headlights appeared through the rain.
Coming straight toward the farmhouse.
And beside me?—
Flick whispered the words that turned my blood cold.
“That’s my father’s security convoy.”
