"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Finlay asked, his voice low but steady as he adjusted his gun holster.
I tightened my grip on the map in my hands, the edges creased from how many times we'd reviewed it. "Ready or not, I don't have a choice. My son is out there, Finlay. I'm not leaving him."
"None of us are," Madison said, her voice still rough from the injuries she was recovering from. She leaned against the SUV, her pale face set with determination.
Finlay's brother, Ian, stood a few feet away, checking his own weapon. "It's not just about rescuing him. We take The Broker down tonight, or he'll come after us again. And next time, he won't leave a note."
I looked at Ian, still unsure if I could trust him. He'd been working with The Broker, but his actions over the past 24 hours h
