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“She’s alive.”

He nods once.

And because Noel understands me better than most people—he knows that's all I can say right now.

The rest of the team arrives minutes later.

Jack.

Ego.

Kai.

All business.

All serious.

Which means they're just as pissed as I am.

Kai glances through the doorway.

Sees Amanda snuggled on the small sofa inside her dressing room.

Her friend is still in there with her. But she’s on a separate chair now, working on her laptop.

I follow Kai’s glance and find my Rusty sleeping softly. My eyes roam over her lovingly, worshipping every inch of her.

Exhaustion won out after the adrenaline rush—and I don’t blame her one bit. I wish I was curled up on that sofa with her.

But I’ve got work to do. I need to find this motherfucker.

Now.

Kai nods to me.

“Firecracker would murder me if I bugged Amanda while she's sleeping, so tell her Mary says hi.”

Despite myself, I smile.

“Will do.”

“Does anybody know who we're unaliving yet?” Ego asks.

“Working on it,” Noel says.

“Damn.”

Jack folds his arms.

“Shame. I brought the three-ply body bags with me.”

Someone snorts.

I just shrug.

Because I know whoever did this won’t be leaving in a body bag.

There won’t be enough left of him for that.