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“What kind of spike?”
A pause.
Then—
“Impact,” Ethan says.
My chest tightens.
Hard.
“She engaged,” Jonah adds.
Of course she did.
“She wouldn’t wait,” I mutter.
“No,” Lance says.
“She wouldn’t.”
Cal steps on the gas.
My eyes tracks the map instantly.
Locking onto the coordinates.
Burning them in.
And then—
The signal flickers again.
My gut twists.
“What is that?” I demand.
Ethan’s expression darkens.
“That’s not her.”
The vehicle goes dead silent.
“What do you mean not her?” I snap.
He looks at me.
Grim.
“That’s a second team.”
Ford.
I feel it.
Before anyone says it.
Before it’s confirmed.
