Chapter 95: Emery Draws the Line
Brent finished setting the last piece of the trap — the fishing line taut, the sensor hidden, the camera angled just right. He stood, wiping his hands on his jeans, scanning the yard like he was memorizing every shadow.
Emery watched him from the doorway, arms crossed, her breath tight. Jonah lingered behind her, quieter now, steadier but still shaken.
Brent stepped inside and closed the door with a soft click. “It’s done.”
Jonah nodded. “So… what now?”
Brent’s jaw tightened. “Now we wait.”
Emery’s voice cut through the room. “No.”
Brent turned. “Em—”
“No,” she repeated, stepping forward. “We’re not waiting anymore.”
Jonah blinked, surprised. Brent’s expression didn’t change, but something in his posture shifted — a subtle tension, like he knew exa
