I was on my second cup of Tank's coffee when Ghost appeared in the kitchen doorway.
He didn't say anything at first. Just stood there with his laptop under one arm and an expression that made the coffee in my stomach go cold.
"Perimeter breach."
Tank set down his spatula.
Kael was already moving — I hadn't even heard him enter the kitchen, but suddenly he was there, pulling on his cut, voice flat. "Where."
"North tree line. Single rider. No colors visible but the bike is a Softail." Ghost's glasses caught the kitchen light. "Same model the Serpents run."
"How long."
"Eight minutes. He's been sitting there for eight minutes. Not moving. Not approaching. Just watching."
Kael's jaw tightened. I'd seen that look before — the night I walked into the parking lot. The look of a man switch
