Chapter Three
TRIGGER
“s**t,” I muttered as Sam held a photo to the glass. His face had its usual pallor, and he looked ill.
We were f****d, or least we were for now.
“A shot to the back of the head from about ten feet away.”
Coward.
Sam tugged on his ancient brown tie. “Someone didn’t want Links to help you. Any idea who that would be?”
I shook my head, but all I could picture was the mole’s face. He would die for this, but he would be a long time doing it.
“Nope,” I lied and bit back the deep urge to flip.
“What now?”
I leaned back and popped my neck to relieve some tension. He needed to get me out, but f**k me, I needed to know Tess was safe. “Stop worrying about me for now and find her.”
“Trigger,” he began to argue, but I didn’t want to hear it.
“I’ll figure out me, you fi
