Savage gave a short nod.
“Phoenix takes the east side streets,” Law went on, flicking a glance toward Mac. “Eyes up, no engagement yet. This is to find Voss and then we’ll regroup at the location.”
Mac didn’t argue. “Got it.”
“That leaves us,” Law said, looking back to his own team. “Genesis and YA—we’ll take west.”
“How do we even know this guy is still in the area?” Noah asked, pushing his paper plate away.
“We don’t. Not one hundred percent.” Law’s gaze shifted to Sage.
Sage cleared his throat. “I know Voss. He’s not a runner. He thinks this is his territory.”
“That’s going to be his biggest regret,” Frost cut in.
“So, once we find him—are we taking him alive?” Winter asked, walking his blade through his fingers while slanting a glance at the U.S. Marshal in the room.
Mac smirked. “Dead or alive.”
“Which would you prefer?” Winter quirked an eyebrow.
“Alive, so I can get information.”
“You mean like a plea deal?” Winter squinted, anger glinting in his eyes.
“Having Voss live happily in WITSEC is not going to happen,” Sage said so quietly that it brought the murmur of voices into stillness.
“This won’t work that way,” Noah said, turning to his husband.
Mac covered Noah’s hand where it rested on the table and slid his fingers through his. “I won’t lose any sleep over whether he’s dead or alive.”
Noah turned to Sage, then sliced a look at Winter. “Satisfied.”
“Not yet,” Winter answered, squeezing his fists.
“I have a question,” Black said, tossing a glance toward the window. “What if this bleeds into daylight?”
“We don’t take it into daylight,” Law said. “We regroup here and start searching again tomorrow.”
Sage’s laptop buzzed, everything else dropped out. He lifted a hand, bringing any further comments to a halt.
“It’s the SECDEF,” Sage said.
The TV cast a low blue glow across the room as Sage flipped it on and cast his laptop screen to it so all could see, the quiet hum of the penthouse settling around them.
Secretary of Defense William Caldwell sat behind his desk, the image sharp and sterile on the screen—sharp lines, ordered space, nothing out of place.
Caldwell didn’t waste time.
“Bring me up to speed.”
Law leaned forward, the chair shifting under him.
“Sage believes Voss is still in L.A.,” Law said, glancing briefly at him before laying out their plan.
Caldwell’s gaze shifted, sharp and assessing, like he was already ten steps ahead of the room.
“I’ve been going through those files,” he said. “He has plenty of people at his disposal.”
