Page 115 of Boulder's Weight

"Should we hit them now?" Axel asks, always ready for action. "While we know where they are?"

"Not yet," Amara says firmly. "We need to understand what they're planning with Sally and Andrés first. This feels coordinated, and as much as I’m pissed, I want the full picture before we move."

As the meeting continues, my phone vibrates.

A number I don't recognize lights up the screen. I excuse myself to take it outside.

"Yeah?"

"Boulder?" A familiar voice comes through, tight with anxiety. "It's Craig. Craig Warlow."

Every muscle in my body tenses. "How'd you get this number?"

"Doesn't matter," he says quickly. "I need to meet. Just you. It's about Benji's plan."

"Why would I trust you?" I keep my voice neutral even with my anger simmering below the surface. "Last I checked, you were Benji's shadow."

"Not anymore," Craig says, his voice dropping lower. "He's gone too far. You need to hear what I know."

I hesitate, weighing the risks. "Why would I be stupid enough to meet with you? This could be a fuckin’ trap for all I know."

"It's not," he insists. "Look, I'll be at thetaqueríaon Calle Libertad. One hour. Come alone or don't come. But what I have to tell you could save Kelsey's life."

The line goes dead before I can respond.

I stare at my phone, conflicted as all hell.

If Craig is telling the truth, this could be the break we need.

If he's lying, I could be walking into an ambush.

"Everything okay?" Razor's voice startles me.

He's leaning against the doorframe, watching me with sharp eyes.

"Maybe," I say, slipping my phone back into my pocket. "That was Craig Warlow."

Razor's eyebrows shoot up. "The middle brother? What the fuck does he want?"

"Claims he wants to meet. Says he has information about Benji's plans, that he's not on his brother's side anymore."

"And you believe that shit?" Razor scoffs.

"I don't know what I believe," I admit. "But if there's a chance he's telling the truth..."

Razor studies me for a long moment. "You're thinking of going, aren't you?"

"With backup," I clarify. "I'm not stupid enough to go alone."

"Amara won't like this."

"Amara wants intel. This could be our best shot." I meet his gaze. "I'm going. You can either help me or try to stop me."

A slow grin spreads across his face. "Who said anything about stoppin’ you? But I'm comin’ with, and so is Brick. We'll stay out of sight unless shit goes sideways."

Relief washes through me. "Thanks, brother."

"Don't thank me yet," Razor says, clapping me on the shoulder. "If this is a trap, Amara will kill us both. After we're already dead."

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