"You'll need to start from the beginning, Detective," I interject, struggling to keep my voice level despite the rising tide of dread and confusion swirling within me. "What exactly is this 'end goal' you're referring to? And why would Cassie and I be targets because of it?"
Detective Graves lets out a measured breath, steepling her fingers on the tabletop as she begins to lay everything out.
"As I mentioned, the men arrested at the warehouse were merely low-level operatives of a much larger and insidious criminal syndicate spanning several states. One whose dealings we'd only ever scratched the surface of previously - human trafficking, arms smuggling, you name it."
Charles lets out a guttural sound of disgust, his hands knotting into white-knuckled fists on the table. I can't blame hi
