Claimed By The Outlaw의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

The search for Voss continued quietly in the background of the compound's fragile new peace, Rafe monitoring every channel he could access, Emmett Cole working his old contacts with the patient thoroughness of a man who had waited twenty-eight years and understood, better than anyone, the particular danger of assuming a threat like this one had simply resolved itself.It was Priya Kapoor, Vivienne's sister, who finally surfaced something concrete, nearly two weeks after the quarry, delivered through Vivienne with the same careful, quiet efficiency that had apparently defined her entire secret role in this story.Vivienne found Colt and Sloane in the war room, her expression carefully composed but tight with tension. She said: Priya says a man matching Voss's description was treated three days ago at a private clinic outside Albuquerque, cash payment, false name, gunshot wound to the shoulder consistent with what the quarry evidence suggested. He checked himself out against medical adv

The war room went utterly silent, every eye moving from the photograph on the table to the doorway where Emmett Cole stood, having just arrived to see what the commotion at the gate had been about, his weathered face carrying no visible reaction at all to the photograph now laid bare in front of everyone he had spent weeks earning the trust of.Colt's hand moved instinctively toward his sidearm, and Sloane felt her entire understanding of the last several weeks collapse and violently rearrange itself in the space of a single heartbeat.She said, her voice barely a whisper: Emmett.He did not move. He said, quietly: that photograph is almost thirty years old, Sloane. Before you accuse me of anything, I would ask you to actually look at it carefully.Priya, watching the tension crackle across the room, said, uncertain: I don't understand. You said this was Julian Reyes.★ ★ ★Emmett crossed the room slowly, deliberately, and picked up the photograph himself, studying it with an expressi

Autumn arrived in the mountains with a suddenness that surprised Sloane, the aspens along the ridge turning gold almost overnight, and she stood on the porch one crisp morning watching the light move across the compound and realized, with a small shock, that nearly two months had passed since the raid in New Mexico, two months in which nothing catastrophic had happened at all.Marco had grown stronger steadily, color returning to his face, the haunted wariness in his eyes softening by degrees as the compound's ordinary rhythms slowly convinced some deep, animal part of him that danger was not, in fact, waiting behind every door. He had taken up a small garden plot behind the clinic trailer, an old habit from before his captivity, he told her, and Sloane often found him there in the mornings, hands in the soil, humming tunelessly in a way that made Dutch's old story about his terrible singing feel suddenly, achingly real.Colt found her on the porch, two mugs of coffee in hand, and set

Rafe moved quickly through the crowd toward Colt, his expression carefully neutral in the way Sloane had learned, over the past year, meant he was working hard to keep a room from panicking before he'd fully assessed a threat himself.He said, low, urgent, pulling Colt slightly away from the celebration: that was my contact at the task force. They picked up chatter, real chatter, not rumor, suggesting Reyes has been in Colorado for the past several days. Not fled, not hiding somewhere distant. Here.Colt's face went instantly hard. He said: how close.Rafe hesitated, and that hesitation told Sloane, watching from a few feet away with her heart suddenly hammering beneath her wedding dress, everything she needed to know before he even answered.He said: close enough that they think he might have had eyes on the compound for at least a week. Maybe longer.***The words landed like ice water through the warm, joyful haze of the celebration, and Sloane felt Marco's hand find her shoulder,

Priya's apartment building sat quiet and unremarkable on a residential street in a part of Denver Sloane had never had reason to visit, and the ordinary, sleepy normalcy of it, porch lights glowing softly, a cat watching from a windowsill somewhere nearby, felt jarringly out of step with the dread coiled tight in her chest.Colt led them up to the third floor with careful, practiced quiet, and found the apartment door unlocked, standing slightly ajar, which told them everything they needed to know before they even stepped inside.The apartment had been searched, drawers pulled open, papers scattered, but not ransacked violently, the specific careful thoroughness of someone looking for something particular rather than simply causing chaos.There was no sign of a struggle. No blood, no overturned furniture suggesting a physical confrontation, which offered Sloane a thin, desperate thread of hope even as the absence of Priya herself confirmed their worst fears.***Rafe, moving through t