My jaw tightens.
“That’s the main strip,” I say.
Blaze nods. “Yeah.”
Trigger steps closer. “Businesses?”
“Some,” Blaze says. “But not all. Could be someone piggybacking off public access points. Could be a private line masked as something else.”
Beast crosses his arms. “Translation?”
Blaze exhales. “Whoever this is? They’ve been hiding in plain sight.”
Silence settles over the room.
Heavy.
Because we all know what that means.
“They’ve been watching,” I say.
“Yeah,” Blaze confirms. “For a while.”
I don’t have to look to know where my mind goes next.
Her.
“Tessa—”
“I’m coming.”
I turn.
She’s already grabbing her jacket.
Flowers still in her hand.
Stubborn as hell.
I step toward her. “We don’t know what we’re walking into.”
“I know,” she says. “That’s why I’m not sitting this out.”
My jaw tightens.
“Your shop’s on that street,” Blaze adds carefully.
That lands.
Hard.
Her hand stills for just a second.
Then tightens around the stems.
“I know,” she says quietly.
Yeah.
