My hand tightens around the phone. “Gone how?”
“Blood trail through the west trees, then nothing. Viper and Blade are tracking.”
Briggs is loose.
With a reason to come for her.
My gaze cuts to the windows, then back to Reina. She catches the shift in me and goes still.
“He might come for the nurse,” Ghost says.
“She has a name.”
A beat.
“Reina,” I say.
Her eyes soften when I say it.
“Copy,” Ghost says. “Reina stays inside.”
I look at her.
Her chin lifts.
Damn it.
“Prospects?” I ask.
“Two on your tree line. Havoc sent them before sunrise.”
That settles something in my chest.
The Saints move fast when one of ours is at risk.
“Tell them eyes open, mouths shut,” I say. “Nobody plays hero.”
“They know.”
“If Briggs comes close, keep him breathing. I’ll make him pay myself.”
“We’ll handle our end,” Ghost says. “You handle yours.”
My gaze stays on Reina.
“Already am. You get anything useful from Deke?”
“Some. Deke and his crew hit a cartel courier two towns over. Product, cash, maybe both. Cartel caught up with them near theold logging cut. Shots fired. One of Deke’s men took one in the gut.”
My jaw tightens.
“So they grabbed Reina because they couldn’t risk a hospital.”
“Yeah. Took the wounded man to that cabin and forced her to patch him.”
Reina hears enough. Her face goes pale, but she doesn’t look away.
“And the cartel?” I ask.
