Mark drove fast. Too fast. His fingers gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles were white, his jaw locked with tension. I didn’t say anything. I just sat there, staring at the road ahead, trying to push down the uneasy feeling in my gut. A name. That’s all we had. A name of someone working with Cholo. And Mark was driving straight to him. I shifted in my seat.
“Mark, are you sure this is a good idea?” He didn’t take his eyes off the road.
“It’s our only lead.” That wasn’t an answer. I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple.
“And what if it’s a trap?” I asked and his jaw twitched.
“Then we walk right into it.” I snapped my head toward him.
“Are you serious?” I asked and he glanced at me, his expression unreadable.
“Sage, I’m not waiting around for Cholo to make the
