“The vineyard.”
“Good,” Trigger says. “Then we go there.”
“No.”
I flip the map slightly.
“She expects that.”
I tap the processing plant.
“She took him here.”
The room goes silent.
Wolf nods slowly.
“Because if we were her… we’d assume you’d overthink it.”
“Exactly,” I say.
“She’ll do the thing that looks wrong.”
My phone vibrates in my hand.
A message.
From her.
You always were my clever boy.
But not clever enough.
I lock the screen before anyone else sees it.
I don’t need to show them.
I already know what it means.
“She knows we’re close,” I say quietly.
I meet Wolf’s eyes.
“Which means we’re very close.”
28
Marco
We’re twenty minutes out when I finally say it.
“She won’t kill him.”
The truck hits a patch of broken asphalt, bouncing slightly as the fog thickens around the road. The processing plant looms somewhere ahead, hidden in gray mist and darkness.
Laney’s head snaps up from the passenger seat.
“How do you know?”
