ELOWENFourteen days.Two weeks since the ambush. Two weeks since I'd driven away with Declan bleeding in the back seat, not knowing Fao had been taken until we reached Silverpine. Two weeks of searching, planning, waiting.Two weeks of feeling him suffer through the bond and being unable to do a damn thing about it.I stood at the head of the war room table, maps spread before me, pins marking every Varen property we'd identified. Red for confirmed. Yellow for suspected. Blue for eliminated.Too much yellow. Not enough red. And every blue pin — every dead end — felt like a personal failure."The Montana compound is empty," Garrett reported, sliding a folder across the table. "Surveillance team confirmed it's been abandoned for at least six months. No power, no water, no activity."I pulled the pin from the Montana location and dropped it in the discard pile. Another dead end."That leaves what? Four possibilities?""Three." Lucia, the Marchetti liaison, shook her head. "We eliminated
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