Jax’s POV
I was in the command room, staring at maps of the rail yard, planning the trap I’d force Frank into, when Grizz found me.
“Layla’s at the bar,” he grunted. “She and Chloe opened it up. Rico and Bullseye are on her. She’s safe.”
Good. Let her have her playhouse. It kept her out of my way and out of the line of fire. For now. The news about the “consultant” would have to wait. One problem at a time.
“Fine,” I said. “Now, the other problem. The rat in the shed.”
I walked across the compound, the afternoon sun beating down. Spider nodded at me as I approached the storage shed, his face grim. I unlocked it and stepped inside.
Frank was sitting on his cot. He looked up, and this time, there was no fake surprise, no weak smile. His face was pale but set, like a man who’d made a d
