And she’s holding steady.
Stronger than most people would be.
But this?
This is where it gets bad.
“Same two vehicles?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Trigger says without looking away. “Dark sedan, gray SUV. They’ve looped the block four times.”
“Plates?” Blaze asks.
“Pulled,” Trigger replies. “Both come back clean.”
Blaze snorts. “Of course they do.”
I step closer to the window, just enough to see the street without making it obvious.
The gray SUV rolls by again.
Too slow.
Too deliberate.
“Yeah,” I mutter. “They’re not here to admire the scenery.”
Tessa’s voice comes from behind me. “What does that mean?”
I turn.
She’s standing straighter now.
Not shrinking.
Not hiding.
Good.
“It means they’re watching,” I say. “Waiting to see what we do.”
Her jaw tightens. “Then let them watch. Shouldn’t Daniel Reynolds be arrested?”
That gets a look from all of us.
Not surprised.
Not anymore.
Beast gives a small nod. “That’s the right answer.”
Blaze taps a few keys. “I’m pinging nearby cams. Let’s see where they go when they leave.”
My phone buzzes.
Unknown number.
I answer anyway.
