Page 183 of Broken Oath

“I’m on it.”

Sarah stared into the storm.

“He knows what happened to Wade.”

“We’ll make him tell us.”

Her gaze moved toward the captured mercenaries.

“What if they won’t talk?”

Cutter approached from the loading crane.

Snow covered his coat. A rifle rested against his shoulder.

“They’ll talk.”

Sarah studied him.

Cutter looked toward the damaged harbor gate, the disabled SUVs, and the men Reef and Maverick were securing.

“People who attack my harbor generally become very cooperative.”

Despite everything, Rook almost smiled.

Then Sarah’s expression changed.

She looked toward the warehouse.

Fear entered her eyes for the first time.

Not fear for herself.

“For God’s sake,” she whispered.

“What?”

She grabbed Rook’s arm.

“The attack was a diversion.”

Every instinct inside him sharpened.

“Diversion from what?”

“The cargo ship.”

Rook turned toward the inlet.

The captured evidence.

Madow’s records.

The documents connecting the network to the mountain.

While thirty-two mercenaries attacked Cutter’s harbor, the Northern Star sat inside the abandoned cannery inlet with only Cutter’s unloading crew guarding it.

Rook touched his radio.