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Clyde shakes his head. “No. I confirmed with my guy. He watched the boat leave their dock with the guns on board. It must’ve been intercepted on the way in.”

“Fuck!” Thor shouts. His voice reverberates against the high ceiling and walls.

“Who did this? Who knew the guns were on board?” I ask, glaring at my men. “Besides us?”

Reggie, Clyde, Thor and Shawn stare at me and then at one another. Matching my ferocity and bewilderment. Shawn pounds a fist into his palm and paces from one side of the room to the other.

“It was one of the new men,” Shawn exclaims. “It had to have been. No one else knew. And the rules about keeping our missions quiet are crystal fucking clear.”

“You’re saying there’s a fucking mole? Weed him out!” I demand.

Reggie smirks and leans back against the wall, bending one leg in a casual, not-give-a-fuck stance.

“What’s so funny, Reg?” Thor turns to Reggie. A fist fight is brewing. And, at this point, I can’t say I blame them.

“I knew we couldn’t keep this operation quiet,” Reggie states. “Too many men. I was taught to keep your crew small. That minimizes the threat.”

“We have less than a hundred. How the fuck did they do it back in the day? The Revolution saw militia of hundreds of men.”

“They had to deal with fucking spies, too. Turncoats. Theft. All of it,” Shawn says. “It’s a part of the game.”

“It’s not a fucking game,” I say and lean against the long metal table. “It’s fucking life or death.”

“You know what I mean,” Shawn retorts. “I’m saying when you take down a giant, there will always be minions protecting the giant along the way. You must go through the smaller mother fuckers first before you get to the big man.”

“Clyde, do you think the inner circle can figure out who the mole is? You could have Christy or Jackson look into it.”

Clyde nods. “Abso-fucking-lutely. With pleasure.”

“Find them and bring them to council.”

Chapter 21

Tacy

“Have a great day, kids!” I call through the passenger window as Cammy and Ben skip up the steps to school. Cammy looks over her shoulder and smiles, says I love you, then hurries off. And Ben? Well, Ben never was the clingy type. More like his father than me. He waves a hand at me but doesn’t so much as sneak a peek at me before trudging up the stairs and meeting up with his best bud.

It’s the middle of the week, and I’ve heard from Aris every day since our night together. He still texts me from the unknown number, and I’ve kept myself from using any identifiers in our text messages to one another. I don’t want anyone to be able to trace him…or us, for that matter.

I have the day off, after working a grueling fourteen-hour shift yesterday, and losing two more patients. Both were prescribed Duselizab. I refused to administer the med to either of my patients, which pissed off my nursing supervisor royally. But I don’t care. I won’t be held responsible for these young women’s deaths. I refuse to have any more blood on my hands. And, as a nurse, I have the right to refuse. Not an hour after my supervisor administered the IV transfusion did my first patient go into grand mal seizures. And the other, I heard she went into respiratory arrest fifteen minutes after I walked out the door. I’ve submitted two reports to administrators about my concerns over the drug, but they were ignored. The Org has more control than even Aris realizes.

I will use my day off wisely…if stalking your anonymous dead husband is a wise decision. It’s killing me being in the dark about what he’s doing now that he’s not living with me, not working in politics, and basically living on the outskirts of society. He’s a vigilante and anonymous, and I’m sorry but I’m tired of waiting for him to let me into his new world. He’s living a double life, and I have to know what his other life is like.

I pull around the back of the school, on a quiet residential road, and text him.

“I have the day off. I want to see you.”

It takes a few minutes, but he texts back. As always. He may be unnamed, but he is reliable.

“I want to see you, Babydoll. But it’ll have to wait until later. Something came up. Something big.”

Something came up. Is he standing me up for a date that we never scheduled? What the fuck?

“Maybe I can help.”

Three dots…then…

“I think it’s best we keep you out of this,” he messages. “I can’t lose you again.”

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