“Good. Novak will swing by later today.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
This is a good development. I have a feeling that Luna, Jax,and me working together on-book—and Luna and I working with our team off-book—might finally lead us to finding her. I can feel it in my gut.
I walk toward the cafeteria, stomach grumbling, when Luna catches me in the hall by the elevators.
“Marsden ask you to join Novak’s taskforce yet?” she asks.
I confirm that he did.
“I feel good about this.” She seems on edge, but not in a good way.
“You okay?” I ask. I need to know where this energy is coming from.
She shakes her head yes, looks around, and simply says, “It’s just a lot.”
I agree. We stand there for a moment, letting it all settle.
“They’re reporting services will be in two days,” she says.
“That’s what I heard.”
“TruthDrop could be a bit more aggressive this time,” she whispers.
This time I look around. I tell her to join me on the elevator. We manage to catch one just the two of us. I use my de-bugging app to quickly make sure there are no hot mics before telling her to spill.
“Eva and I were brainstorming, and we think we can not only drop the unredacted Whiteman files about Maribel Island?—”
“You have those?”
She gives me an incredulous look. “I’ve had them the whole time.”
I chuckle and shake my head.This fucking girl.
“Anyway, I think we can hack into the news outlets, too—TV, radio, social—make sure they don’t air the funeral. We are working on video content we can play on a loop instead. One that shows the world the truth about Whiteman, Troy, McCarter, Malin, Sophie, Volkov—all of them.”
Ping.
The elevator lands on the cafeteria level, but I’m in a bit of a daze at the magnitude of her suggestion.
Luna pulls me by the arm out of the elevator, toward the cafeteria.
I release a slow breath. “Wow. That’s. Shit. Yeah. I like it.”
“Me too.” She smiles faintly. “They don’t get to mourn a lie. If the cameras are on, the truth is on, too. And we’ll keep the media override for at least seventy-two hours. Ignorance is a choice the public will no longer have.”
A huge smile takes over my face. “It’s fucking perfect. You and Eva came up with this?”
Her smile is confirmation. A swell of pride rises in my chest. I’m so proud of all of them—all of them. The three sisters who survived hell teamed up with my chosen family, doing the work people in power haven’t had the courage to do.
I really fucking like it.
Jax rounds the corner, so quickly he almost doesn’t notice us.
“Steele, there you are. I need you. That lead on Sophie just expanded, but I want confirmation before I run it up the chain.”
Before they turn to leave Jax says, “Heard you might be joining the task force.”
