Liam's POV
No time to think. No time to ask questions. I slammed the gas, tires protesting as I cut through traffic.
Horns, brakes, faces in other cars, none of it registered fear in me.
There was only the road and the map on my screen and a number on the line that should have been hers.
I told myself it might be a trap. I told myself to wait for backup. I ignored both thoughts. If there was one thing I’d learned in this life of running after scrapes and fixing mistakes, it was that hesitation kills.
People die when you wait for permission.
They’d asked me to come alone. Whoever sent that message wanted me to walk into a net with my hands empty. I didn’t come empty. Not by a long shot.
I cleared out the trunk at a red light, and shoved in two pistols, extra mags, a crowbar, and
