Angel stared at the photo for a long time.
Her first thought wasn’t fear.
It was disbelief.
The image was clear. Too clear. Taken from across the street, angled slightly upward, capturing the front of the house, the gate, and even part of the driveway. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the walls.
It looked calm.
Peaceful.
Normal.
Which somehow made it worse.
“We know where you are.”
The words sat heavy in her chest.
Dean locked his phone without another word, his jaw tightening, his shoulders going rigid in a way she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Dean…” she said softly.
He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were scanning the yard, the gate, the street beyond the walls like he was calculating every possible angle, every possible threat.
“Liam,” he said quietly. “T
