The map on the table was worn thin from fingers tracing routes and red circles bleeding into each other. Jasper. That’s where the whispers pointed. Not confirmed, but close enough to make my gut twist.
“He’s got help,” I said, tapping the edge of the map. “No way Liam’s pulling this off solo. Not with the heat we’ve been throwing.”
“Any idea who?” Grim asked, voice low.
“Not yet,” I said. “But it’s someone with reach. Someone who knows how to keep shadows thick.”
Ripper leaned in. “Could be a cop. Could be a buyer. Hell, could be someone we missed in the last sweep.”
“Whoever it is,” Luca said, “they’re going down with him.”
I looked at him. “We need Liam alive.”
Matteo scoffed. “You sure about that?”
“No,” I said. “But I’m sure we need answers. The statue, the network, the names w
