Nadiya covered her mouth to muffle the cry she felt babbling in her throat like acid. Her eyes filled with fresh tears, blurring her sight as she watched on the camera feed that hadn’t been destroyed as Trick was dragged out of the house by two muscular men.
Five cameras still worked. By some miracle, the storm of bullets had missed them. One of those cameras was positioned in a tree pointing toward the front door. That’s the one that had their full attention as it showed their men being removed from the house one by one and dumped into a van that had just driven down the driveway.
The other four functioning cameras didn’t offer any good news, either. The two in the back showed more than two dozen armed men swarmed toward the house like a flock of hungry locusts. One camera was from the
