Flick covered her mouth shakily.
“What is this?”
Rook’s jaw tightened.
“This… is a list of every powerful person connected to the Hollow Men.”
65
BLAZE
Nobody spoke for almost ten seconds after Rook opened the file.
The safehouse conference room felt colder somehow.
Darker.
The photographs spread across the table looked like pieces of hell stitched together.
Politicians shaking hands with traffickers.
Military contractors.
Judges.
Bank transfers.
Dead girls.
Missing children.
Hollow Men symbols hidden in plain sight.
Flick stared at the evidence like her entire world was cracking apart.
“My father found all this?”
Rook nodded once.
“He didn’t just find it.” His expression hardened. “He copied everything.”
Wolf let out a low whistle.
“Well… that explains why Mercer’s losing his damn mind.”
Trigger leaned against the wall quietly.
“He wasn’t protecting money,” he muttered. “He was protecting an entire network.”
Exactly.
And now Flick had become the one loose end capable of exposing all of it.
I watched as realization slowly hit her face.
“He killed my father because of this.”
Nobody answered.
