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268. Let Them Come

Author: Angela Lynn Carver
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 03:27:23

The room was too quiet.

Max stood over the table, staring at the map as if he could will it to give him answers faster.

“He thinks someone already found her.”

Landon and he had a map laid out on the table. It had pins…blue for sightings, red for confirmed hits, and now a single black pin pressed into the coastline just east of Tomas’s villa. The conversation Camille had pulled from Tomas wasn’t just valuable intel.

It was a warning.

The door creaked open behind him. He didn’t turn.

“You are pacing,” Landon said, voice cool but clipped. “That’s bad.”

Max didn’t glance up. “Camille confirmed it. Marquez is spiraling. He is trying to hunt Daphne down harder than ever.”

Landon walked in slowly, arms crossed, tension clinging to him like a second skin. “You think he knows where she is?”

“No. But he suspects someone does.” Max pressed the black pin into the map harder, the tip biting through the board. “He’s tightening the noose.”

“Then we cut the rope.”

Max nodded once. “He’s paying for pr
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