Her fingers twisted in the fabric at her side, eyes tracking him like he was the only thing holding her steady.
“What happened?” Law asked.
Sage didn’t answer. His attention shifted back to Ashley.
“Stay here,” he said quietly. “We’ll be right back.”
She nodded, uncertain.
Law glanced at the team who’d stood quietly. “Stay with her. Shoot Black a text and tell him to wrap up Vegas. Rook is here.”
Rip was already nodding, on the phone. Boston, Syx, and Micah took up positions in chairs by the surgery doors.
Sage’s hand closed around his arm and pulled.
He went with him.
The stairwell door swung shut behind them, the noise of the ER cutting off. Not gone—just dulled, the chaos reduced to a low, distant hum behind the door.
Sage let go, turning back to face him, close enough that the distance didn’t matter.
The space felt tighter, quieter, the air cooler.
Concrete walls boxed them in, the sound catching and falling back on itself in the narrow space.
He didn’t step back. Didn’t give Sage room to slip away from this.
“Buckshot?”
“With Winter and Memphis.”
“Now tell me what happened,” he said softly. “Did Rook kill her?”
“No.”
Sage held his gaze. For a second, something shifted—small, but there. His teeth caught his bottom lip, a tell that didn’t belong to him, before he let it go.
Law saw it—and waited.
“Daniel Voss,” Sage said, steady now. “He’s been running the jobs. Using Ashley to control the rest of us.”
He didn’t look away. Didn’t hesitate.
“Jade wasn’t part of it,” he added. “He killed her to keep Ashley in line.”
Silence pressed in around them, the words settling with nowhere to go.
A small moment passed.
“So, you… went to his place?”
“Yeah. They were all three there. Rook, Ashley, and Voss.”
“And you didn’t kill him.”
“He had Ashley tied up,” Sage said, quieter. “Then shot Rook and fled.”
He frowned. “Work with me on this. You could’ve ended Voss a long time ago.”
