Please not another girl.
“Isabel’s aunt worked bookkeeping for one of the shell companies moving cartel money through Texas,” the marshal said. “Three weeks ago, the aunt disappeared.”
I heard Wolf mutter something rough beneath his breath.
The marshal continued anyway.
“The girl found files hidden in her aunt’s apartment. Names. Routes. Judges. Deputies. Payoffs.”
Every hair on my body stood up.
Corruption.
Still spreading.
Still alive.
“And now people are dying,” the marshal finished quietly.
The tavern fell silent after that.
Heavy silence.
The kind that settles before violence.
I should’ve stayed upstairs.
I knew that.
Blaze told me to stay upstairs.
But then?—
The girl downstairs sniffled softly.
Small sound.
Broken sound.
And suddenly I wasn’t hearing her anymore.
I was hearing myself all those months ago.
Terrified.
Alone.
Running.
Moving before I could stop myself, I headed downstairs.
By the time I reached the bottom step, every man in the room turned toward me instantly.
Blaze’s expression darkened immediately.
“Flick.”
Oops.
