Third person POV
Jasper
The signal came through the comm device clipped to his collar, short, sharp, coded clicks.
“They’ve found something,” one of his lead men muttered beside him, crouched low in the brush.
Jasper raised the binoculars, heart thudding, sweat trickling down his spine despite the bitter Nova Scotia night. His breath fogged in the cold as he scanned the ridgeline.
Then he saw it.
Movement.
Three of Anthony’s men, dressed in charcoal-gray tactical gear, moving swiftly, quietly, had begun to circle a thicket just beneath the slope. A small cabin was nestled in the hollow, nearly invisible, surrounded by fog and thick branches. They weren’t close enough to see inside yet, but they were getting there. Fast.
Jasper’s jaw clenched. “That’s it. That’s where she is.”
“Sir
