*Rowan*
The car cut through the streets like a blade, silent and steady.
Inside, the lights were dimmed, but I wasn't interested in resting. My hand rested over the file folder on my lap, filled with names, photos, and detailed intel. Everything we'd gathered in the last seventy-two hours.
The federal agents weren't working alone, there were watchers, embedded and untraceable. Someone was protecting them, someone with teeth.
Across from me, Rafe sipped his black coffee, his eyes locked on the window as if he were studying the patterns of the streets. He hadn't spoken since we left the apartment, and I hadn't asked him to. We both understood the gravity of what came next.
“You're sure it wasn't a coincidence?" I asked finally.
Rafe turned his head. “Two shadows we've never seen before
