The silence after Jacks's revelation felt like a noose tightening around all our necks.
Nine people stood in the ruins. Nine people knew Jacks was cooperating. And one of them had just told the cartel everything.
I looked around the circle. My father, gray and dying but fierce. Knox, calculating and controlled. Ruby, bleeding but unbowed. Derek, the brother who might hate Albert enough to destroy him. Sienna, my best friend who always seemed to know too much. Tommy, the traitor we were trusting out of desperation. Jacks himself, broken but desperate. Albert, the man I just promised myself to in a collapsing building.
And me.
One of us was lying. One of us wanted everyone here dead.
"Nobody moves," Knox said quietly. "Everyone puts their phones on the ground. Now."
"You think someone
