I stepped out of the vehicle. Viper was already pacing, his hands on his holster. Cane was silent, his jaw set tight.
“In the office,” Viper commanded.
“Now.”
We gathered around the desk.
“We found out what they know,” Viper said, his eyes darting to me and then back to Cane.
“Inside that warehouse, they had a terminal. They were looking at our routes. The drainage maps for the Sector 4 outlets, the VIN rotation logs, even the delivery schedules for the offshore dealers. It wasn't just general intel. It was specialized. Precise.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. That was my data.
“And they didn’t stop there,” Jax added, his voice trembling as he leaned against the doorframe.
“I saw who was leading them. Caspian Vance. He walked into that shed like he owned the place. The DeL
