KIERAN
“Get them in, Fang,” I barked, swerving the car as the tires screeched across wet asphalt.
“But boss, we haven’t heard anything from Alpha yet,” Fang said. Alpha was the call sign of the undercover operative handling the drop.
My brows pulled tight. “What do you mean? He was supposed to notify you about the drop an hour ago.”
There was a pause, filled with nothing but static and Fang’s uneasy breath. “We got silence. No code, no ping. I thought maybe he was stalling for a reason.”
“He’s not stalling,” I growled, weaving past a slow-moving truck. “He’s either compromised or playing a game he shouldn’t be.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Lock down the south exit. Now. No one leaves the district unless they’re tagged.”
“But if they’re tagged, that means…”
“Yeah.” I cut him off
