Mercer believed I had inherited evidence capable of destroying powerful men.
And outside?—
the Hollow Men were still coming.
55
FELICITY
The storm outside sounded like the world ending.
Gunfire.
Thunder.
Explosions.
Men screaming in the dark.
And somehow inside that barn?—
Hersh’s hand against my back was the only thing keeping me steady.
Rook flipped through the ledger rapidly while Wolf and Trigger secured the entrances again.
Every few seconds bullets punched through the barn walls.
The Hollow Men were tightening the circle.
Hunting us slowly.
Deliberately.
“They’re waiting for reinforcements,” Rook said grimly.
Trigger checked outside through a bullet hole in the loft wall.
“Three more vehicles just arrived.”
Of course they did.
Because apparently tonight wasn’t horrifying enough yet.
Hersh crouched beside Rook.
“What’s in the ledger?”
Rook’s expression darkened further with every page.
“Dates. Transfers. Payment routes.” He flipped another page. “Blackmail records.”
Wolf swore violently.
Mercer hadn’t just been trafficking people.
He’d been controlling powerful men with secrets too.
That explained everything.
