Knox POV
The ride back to the compound is dead quiet, just the hum of the bike and the weight in my gut. But as soon as I roll through the gates, I don’t waste time. I head straight inside and spot Glitch leaning against the bar, one hand wrapped around a soda like always.
“Need your skills,” I tell him without stopping.
He raises a brow but pushes off the bar and follows me into the church room. Echo, Ghost, and a few of the others fall in step behind us like bloodhounds catching the scent of something. Of course, it can’t just be a me thing. Nothing ever stays quiet in this place.
Glitch drops into his chair and taps at the keyboard, the screens lighting up in front of him. “What am I looking for?” he asks.
“You able to pull news reports? Old ones?”
He chuckles, half insulted. “Sin
