Amaya put on her screensaver—a picture of her and her best friend on a horse during one of their vacations—to cover up what she’d just found, though the image of the man was now permanently burned into her brain. Vincent Beckett.
She sat back and ran an unsteady hand through her hair. Her heart was racing double time because of what she’d just discovered on file. Holy s**t, Derrick, and the others had no idea what they were up against. She had to warn them.
Amaya prayed Derrick would respond to her text. Things were about to get critical for everyone involved, and she didn’t want him or the others to walk into the situation unawares. And that wasn’t the only thing that made her stomach twist. By poking around in the system and coming up with Vincent Beckett’s name, she’d just flagged her
