The drive back from the warehouse felt different. Not hopeful or defeated. It was something in between. The rescued captives sat under protection and the evidence kept growing. The operation kept expanding and Talia was still missing.
The last part hung over everyone. Especially Brax.
I watched him from the passenger seat of Drake’s truck while the convoy rolled through the darkness toward the clubhouse.
He hadn’t spoken in nearly forty minutes. That alone worried me because Brax always talked. He complained, joked, argued and threatened people.
Silence wasn’t normal. It meant something was wrong. Very wrong and Drake noticed it as well giving me a sympathetic look.
“He looks bad.” Drake said.
“Yeah.” I nodded.
Neither of us needed to clarify who we were talking about. The ans
