KNOX
Grayson found me in the morning.
He had his phone out and the expression he wears when the information on it is going to require me to do something I won't like. I took the phone.
A data intercept from his pack intelligence contact: their location — current road, current general position — had been transmitted to Elder Reth's communications channel the previous night. Time-stamped eleven forty-seven PM. The data trail ran through a financial account associated with a name I recognized.
Damien Voss.
He'd taken the exit I gave him and used it to buy his way out through a different door. To Reth's people, who'd offered something I hadn't offered: complete debt cancellation plus protection from pack legal action. He'd sold Riley's location for a clean slate.
I handed the phone back
