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"Jesus Christ," someone mutters.
"Someone didn't want them talking," I observe, crouching beside the corpses.
"Someone who knew we were looking for them," Scarlett adds.
She's pale but standing, refusing to show weakness despite the way she's favoring her injured side. "How many people knew about the hunt for the prospects?"
I think back. "Everyone in church. So... all the officers. Plus Raven and?—"
"Tina," Raven finishes, her voice cold. "I mentioned it to her last night. Said we were looking for them. It wasn’t a slip up onmy part. I did it on purpose, to get more evidence against her traitorous ass."
"Fuck." Squirrel runs a hand through his hair. "She warned someone. Probably got them killed to cover her tracks."
Doc appears, examines the bodies clinically. "Been dead maybe six hours. Torture went on for a while before that."
"They break?" Squirrel asks.
"Everyone breaks eventually," Doc says. "Question is what they knew to tell."
That night, I can't sleep.
I keep thinking about those documents.
The photos. The detailed information that got six of our people hurt.
Someone we trust—Tina—has been selling us out.
"You're thinking too loud," Scarlett murmurs beside me, her hand finding mine in the dark.
"Tina. All this time, it was Tina."
"Makes sense when you think about it," she says, shifting to press against my side. I feel her wince—the wounds still fresh. "She had access, motive, opportunity. And she's been careful."
"Too careful."
"We’ll get her, Jagger. But there's something else bothering me." She pauses. "Earlier, when Eduardo called about Blade..."
"What about it?"
"Mouse knew Blade was skimming before anyone mentioned his name."
I go still, processing this. "You sure?"
"Positive. He said 'he knows about Blade' before I'd said who Eduardo wanted dead."
Fuck. Mouse has been with us for years.
Solid brother. Good soldier.
But now I'm wondering if we have more than one rat.
"He's been taking a lot of personal time lately," I say slowly. "Missed church twice last month. That's not like him."
"Family stuff, he said."
"Yeah, but..." I sit up, pieces clicking together. "His wife left him last year. Took the kid. What family?"
Scarlett's already reaching for her phone. "Let's find out."
