The lodge fell into tense silence as the implications settled over everyone gathered. Grayson moved to study the tracker's findings more closely, spreading a hastily marked map across the long table, two locations circled in red ink twenty miles apart.
"We split resources," Ethan said immediately, already tracing the distance between the points with his finger. "Send a team to the safehouse the tracker found. I go to the ransom coordinates myself."
"That's precisely what a decoy is designed to accomplish," Grayson said sharply. "Dividing your strength, sending you somewhere dangerous while the real threat operates elsewhere entirely. We can't move on assumption alone, Ethan. Not with Marcus's life and Lily's safety both at stake."
"Then what do you suggest?" Ethan demanded, frustration
