Page 169 of Reckless

Calloway knew about this meeting early enough to get a photographer inside two hours before anyone arrived.

Which means he isn’t walking in blind.

He’s still collecting leverage.

Still planning for the version of tonight where things don’t go his way.

I glance back once toward the catwalk before heading for the meeting space.

The urge to tell Sin hits hard.

I let it pass, not because he shouldn’t know, but because I need another minute with it first. Another minute to work out what I missed, some time to decide whether this changes the plan or proves Calloway’s more dangerous than we gave him credit for.

Either way…

Tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.

Sin walks in first, Nitro, Koa, and Bear spreading out behind him while Slate and Static come through the east entrance.

He catches my expression immediately. “Talk.”

I let out a huff. “Had a visitor.”

One eyebrow lifts. “Who?”

I fold my arms across my chest and tilt my head toward the crates. “Photographer.”

His jaw tightens. “Where?”

“Currently zip-tied to a beam.”

Sin rubs at his beard with a soft nod. “Right… camera?”

I raise my brow. “Smashed.”

“Memory card?”

I hold up two pieces of broken plastic between my fingers before dropping them into his palm. “Handled.”

His jaw flexes once as he closes his hand around them. “He alone?”

“So far.”

“You search him?”

“Phone’s in my pocket. Driver’s license too.”

His eyes lift to mine. “Name?”

“Ryan Gilbert.”

He repeats it quietly, committing it to memory the same way I already have. “What else?”

“He was here early, already taking shots of me and the layout.”

That gains everyone’s attention.

Nitro stops where he is.