Mark
Tony leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp in that way they get when he’s done listening and ready to dissect. The office smelled faintly of coffee and old wood, a room built for decisions that don’t always leave clean hands.
“The shipyard wasn’t random,” he said. “You know that.”
I nodded. “I know. Too clean. Too targeted. They weren’t there to send a message—they were there to end something.”
“Or someone.”
“Or test us,” I added. “See how fast we respond now that the lanes are shifting.”
Tony exhaled slowly through his nose. “Security’s already tightening. The east perimeter will be locked down by morning. Jax being hit complicates things, but Luke waking up helps. He remembers more than he’s letting on.”
My jaw tightened at Luke’s name. “He shouldn’t have been th
