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My eyes track each location.
Locking them in.
Lance exhales slowly.
“If it’s him, she’s not in any of those.”
I look up.
“Why?”
“Because Ford doesn’t use predictable,” Lance says.
“He uses leverage.”
That hits.
Because Mila?
She’s leverage.
My hands curl into fists.
“No,” I say.
Low.
Certain.
“She’s not leverage.”
She’s a weapon.
And they have no idea what they’re holding.
Jason steps forward.
“Then what is she?”
I lift my head.
Meet his eyes.
“She’s the one thing they can’t control.”
Silence.
Because they feel it.
They know it.
She’s a fighter.
She’s flown bombers into places a lot of people don’t about.
She’s important.
But she stole something, which has a lot of people scared that it will get out.
