Even if she hadn’t said it yet.
A flashlight beam swept across the trees suddenly.
One of Rook’s men jogged toward us fast.
“Sir.”
Rook turned.
“We found Shepherd’s exit route.”
Every muscle in my body tightened instantly.
“Alive?” I demanded.
The operator hesitated.
Then nodded once.
“He left someone behind.”
Not good.
Rook walked toward us slowly through the rain.
Expression unreadable.
“What kind of someone?” Wolf asked.
The operator swallowed hard.
“A message.”
Cold settled deep in my chest.
“What message?”
The man looked directly at Flick.
Then handed Rook a folded photograph sealed inside a plastic evidence bag.
Rook stared at it for one long second before passingit toward me.
The second I saw the image?—
every ounce of blood drained from my body.
Flick sucked in a horrified breath beside me.
Because the picture showed her.
Sleeping.
Inside the cabin.
Recent.
Very recent.
