The second Wire pointed the gun at me every muscle in my body locked tight while adrenaline punched hard through my chest.
“You gonna explain this s**t?” I asked carefully.
Wire looked exhausted more than angry while keeping the weapon steady.
“Close the door first.” He muttered.
“That response feels deeply concerning.” I said.
“Maze.” He said.
Something in his voice made me listen so I pushed the office door shut slowly while my pulse hammered painfully behind my ribs and Wire immediately turned the laptop screen toward me afterward.
Federal files, surveillance photos and ATF investigation reports.
My stomach tightened instantly.
“What the f**k?” I asked.
“I’ve been deleting shipment trails and surveillance backups for three straight weeks.” He admitted while finally lo
