SEBASTIAN POV
I had known before Elijah finished speaking.
The Albanians pulling two shipments in one night wasn't reckless. It wasn't a strategy either. It was accuracy. The kind that only came from knowing exactly where my men and goods would be and exactly when they wouldn't.
Someone had told them.
I had my suspicion for eleven days.
The tracker I had placed under Kyle's car had been silent for most of those eleven days.
Patiently. Waiting. I had almost convinced myself my hunch about him was wrong.
Then my phone vibrated twice against the table.
That was my signal.
I didn't look at Elijah when I said his name. I didn't need to. He had known me long enough to read a room the same way I did.
What I hadn't expected was Natalie.
The way she said my name the second time—softer,
