Amelia’s voice was calm and measured.
“At your four o’clock, there’s a small path. Take Zoey and my brother and leave. There’s someone waiting to receive you.”
A special operations unit had indeed been on standby.
The note Amelia had written before leaving LA wasn’t for nothing.
However, these special teams never revealed themselves easily.
Every action they took was in the shadows.
Even the highest-level task forces had no authority over them.
That was because the cases they handled were too classified for ordinary people to even know about.
And at the center of it all—was Amelia.
“Why hasn’t Boss given us the signal yet?”
A young man with long black hair and a flowing robe stood on the mountainside, chewing bubble gum. Behind him were two heavy motorcycles.
“Is she deliberatel
