Rowan
Nobody spoke.
The realization settled over the car like a thick fog.
Someone among us was feeding information to the enemy.
The thought was impossible.
And yet—
Every piece of evidence pointed toward it.
I stared at the photograph on Lena's phone.
Our vehicle.
Taken only minutes ago.
The angle was clear.
The distance was close.
Whoever took it wasn't guessing.
They weren't tracking us through luck.
They knew exactly where we were.
Exactly where we were going.
Exactly what we were doing.
My stomach tightened.
Because there were only five people in the car.
Me.
Lena.
Kane.
Evan.
And Claire in the vehicle ahead.
One of us.
Or someone connected to one of us.
The possibility made my skin crawl.
Rain hammered against the windshield.
The rhythmic sound fills the
