Boone doesn’t look at me.
He looks at her.
That’s when I know—
This is targeted.
“Say it,” I order.
Boone exhales once.
“Tessa Fallon.”
The name hits the room like a gunshot.
I feel Scout go completely still behind me.
Not fragile.
Not breaking.
Locked.
“Tessa is my sister,” Scout says quietly.
Her voice is steady.
Too steady.
Boone nods once. “We know.”
“Where is she?” Scout asks.
“Taken.”
Silence.
Not empty.
Violent.
“How?” I ask, already moving toward the table, already pulling up the feed Boone brought with him.
“Home entry,” Boone says. “Clean. Fast. No witnesses. No noise.”
Of course.
That’s his style.
My jaw tightens.
“Timeline?”
“Within the last hour.”
I glance back at Scout.
She’s already on her feet.
