They were in the squad room planning on how to get to Apex Solutions a company affiliated to Jonathan Thorne. The address of the seemingly innocuous security firm was a focal point of intense energy, a target circled in red on the mental map they both shared. The whiteboard, once a chaotic collage of clues, had been transformed into a stark battlefield diagram. Thorne was the command center. Apex Solutions was a key forward operating base. And they were about to authorize an airstrike, fully aware it might be landing on a decoy or, worse, triggering a counter-assault they couldn’t foresee.
Davon traced the line connecting Thorne to Apex with his finger, the dry marker squeaking faintly. “We hit them fast. Before the end of the day. A simultaneous warrant for their business premises and an
