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Kori’s fingers curled at her sides. Every instinct in her screamed to run down that trail. To find the heat signature before it vanished. To push past whatever stood between her and the truth.
But she’d learned long ago that panic made people careless. And careless people missed things. Or worse—they walked straight into danger.
She looked again at the glowing figure on the tablet.
Then at Wyatt.
He was already moving—talking quietly with Garrett, organizing the team, making sure they approached the heat signature the right way.
He wasn’t wasting time. He was making sure they didn’t make mistakes.
Kori pulled in one more breath and steadied herself.
