Knox
The office is packed by 6 PM. Hank's behind his desk, the laptop open with Brennan's file pulled up on the screen. Bobbie's leaning against the wall near the door, arms crossed. Marcus is sitting in one of the chairs, his notebook out. Ricky's standing near the window, watching the parking lot like he always does when we're planning something big.
I'm standing near the desk, close enough to see the screen but far enough back that I'm not crowding Hank's space.
The air in the room is tight. Focused. Everyone knows what's coming.
Hank looks up from the laptop and scans the room, making sure everyone's here. His eyes land on me for a second longer than the others, and I know what's coming before he says it.
"Alright," Hank says, his voice low and controlled. "We've got a target. Car
