“Maybe.” Wolf swallowed. “Or maybe they were watching someone.”
The room stilled.
Trigger whispered, “Watching her.”
My knees wobbled.
Wolf reached out, catching my elbow. “Nora—”
“No,” I whispered, backing up a step. “He didn’t know me. I was a nobody. Why would anyone watch me?”
Wolf’s voice softened. “Some missions aren’t about now. They’re about later.”
“Later?” My voice cracked. “Like years later?”
Trigger looked at Wolf. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Wolf nodded grimly. “They weren’t stalking her recently.”
Havoc finished the thought:
“They’ve been watching her for years.”
My breath shattered.
Saint turned the tablet toward us. “I cross-referenced the patch number with defunct units. Only two men are unaccounted for.”
Two.
My heartbeat felt like thunder.
Wolf’s voice dropped into deadly quiet. “Names?”
Saint typed. “Stand by… data loading from archived personnel.”
Sheriff Tate stepped closer to the screen. “Come on, come on…”
Then the names appeared.
Two men.
Two files.
Two faces.
Both cold.
Both trained.
Both dangerous.
I felt the room fall away.
Wolf stepped in front of me, hand sliding to my back as he turned the screen away.
“No,” he told Saint. “Not yet.”
I blinked rapidly. “Wolf… what did you see?”
