Becky's POV
As we sat around the table in the safehouse, our ideas spread out before us like a map guiding us to some unknown fate, and the night air seemed weighty. Between Leo and Marcus, each of us preparing ourselves for what lay ahead, I looked at one shot at striking Davenport hurt, and failure was not an option.
Still, as I considered Joan's advice, anxiety crept into my chest. Although she had given us a name and a target, trusting her had been a gamble and I couldn't get rid of the impression that we were headed for disaster. Not only did Davenport disturb me, but the persistent uncertainty Joan had omitted from telling us the complete truth also troubled me.
Leo broke the quiet and stated, "We have to be smart about this." Although his speech was consistent, his posture clearl
