The adrenaline was wearing off, the previous hour playing on loop. My ears hurt from all the shooting, and I probably had a little bit of hearing damage.
“Was that a wetwork team?” I asked, remembering the term he and Jason used.
He nodded. “They knew we were coming.”
“Late?”
“Four was here days ago. If he was killed there, there would be no reason to show up.”
I stared at him. The gravity of what that meant was heavy. “So, there’s a leak in the system.”
He nodded again. “That many men? They wanted to make sure I didn’t leave.”
“Why?”
His grip on the wheel tightened. “That’s the million dollar question. Two of us, maybe three, are dead. Hunted down and killed.”
“You’re contemplating something,” I said as I studied his expression.
The muscle in his jaw jumped. “You said Three prob
