They were about Viking.
Ridge.
Bishop.
Every man Rook couldn’t stop from sacrificing himself.
Sarah saw it.
Her anger shifted.
Not gone.
Understood.
Fathom’s voice snapped through the radio.
“Additional vehicles approaching from the north.”
Headlights appeared beyond the harbor entrance.
Three black SUVs accelerated toward the docks.
Reinforcements.
Marcus reached his vehicle.
The passenger door opened.
Sniper’s voice tightened.
“I have a shot.”
“Can you disable him without killing him?”
“Not through the vehicle.”
Marcus climbed inside.
The SUV accelerated into the storm.
Sarah watched it disappear.
Pain flashed through her gray eyes.
Then she looked at Rook.
“He’s connected to your mountain.”
“I know.”
“I saw his authorization on one of the operational files.”
“That means he had access. It doesn’t prove he gave the order.”
“He buried my brother’s investigation.”
“We’ll prove that too.”