The outside is eerily silent now, the stench of blood and gunpowder hanging in the air. I pull out my phone and open our secure communication system. Quickly, I type a message to The Order:
Darren Taggart is dead. See attached photo. Currently looking for Samuel Taggart. Do we have any properties or safe houses registered under his name? I snap a photo of Darren’s blown head and attach it to the message, then hit send. The cold satisfaction of revenge courses through me, but it’s not enough. Not yet.
Camden approaches, his face grim. "We searched the house and didn’t find anything, but we did find his phone."
I snatch the phone from Camden’s hand, my grip tight, barely containing the fury surging through me. My fingers fly across the screen, scrolling through Darren’s contacts until I f
