THE INTERVIEW 1
~TATE'S POV~
The safe house sat three miles outside Pack territory. A rental property that looked like every other suburban home on the street. Beige siding. Shabby lawn. A basketball hoop with no net hanging over the garage.
My father's SUV was already parked in the driveway.
I pulled in behind it and sat for a moment. My hands were tight on the steering wheel. I made myself let go. Flexed my fingers. The bruises from the convergence had faded but phantom pain remained.
Holly had wanted to come. Jamie offered backup. But I needed to do this alone.
David was inside. First name on my list of potentially reachable operatives. According to his file, he was twenty-four. No criminal record. Worked at a warehouse until Heriberto recruited him eight months ago.
I got out of
