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“We’re already tracking it,” Rook answered.

“We?”

Rook glanced toward her.

“Shadow Division.”

Trigger frowned immediately.

“There’s more of you?”

Rook looked mildly offended.

“What did you think? I personally handled international conspiracies alone?”

Trigger considered that seriously.

“…kinda.”

Wolf rubbed his forehead.

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“You love us,” Trigger replied automatically.

“No.”

A tiny smile almost tugged at my mouth despiteeverything.

Almost.

Then Rook pulled another photograph from the folder.

And the warmth disappeared instantly.

The image showed:

my father.

Leaving a diner in town.

Looking over his shoulder.

Terrified.

The timestamp hit me like a punch.

Two days before he died.

“Oh my God…”

Hersh immediately stepped closer.

“What?”

I pointed shakily at the corner of the photo.

Dad’s face.