I stood, grabbing my go-bag with one hand and my boots with the other. “Who knew?”
“Someone who shouldn’t. Someone smart. Someone connected.”
“And you want my eyes on it,” I said. “Where is Adam?”
“Adam is in Asia, he’s on his way back. But I want your instincts on it,” he corrected. “You’re the best tracker we've got. And you know Raine. If she got away, she’ll leave a trail only you can read.”
“And if she didn’t get away?”
The silence said everything I didn’t want to hear.
“Where’s Hawk?” He asked.
“DC transition briefings. I’m not pulling him. He finally stepped into something stable. I’m not ripping him out of it unless I have no choice.”
Fair.
Hawk had earned the right to breathe.
I… hadn’t. Not yet.
“Send me the coordinates,” I said. “I’m wheels-up in ten.”
“There’s something else,” Aaron said, voice tightening. “We found a symbol at the ambush site.”
“What kind of symbol?”
“Painted on the road. Black. Crude.”
Another inhale.
“A circle with a line through it.”
My blood iced over.
“That’s not possible,” I said.
“It is,” Aaron said. “Because it’s fresh.”
I stared at the wall, heart thudding.
The mark didn’t belong to any cartel.
Or insurgent group.
Or rogue unit.
It belonged to someone I thought was dead.
Someone who should’ve stayed dead.
“Logan,” Aaron said quietly. “I need to know if we’re dealing with Sentinel.”
I closed my eyes.
Raine.
Gone.
