The team burst into the safe house, heavy breathing and hurrying footsteps filling the air. Deacon slammed the door shut behind them, bolting it before leaning against it, his chest heaving.
"This doesn't feel right," Marlene muttered, pacing the room. "Why send a hit squad and then leave breadcrumbs for us to follow?"
Because they want us distracted," Luciana snapped, pulling her hair back into a tight ponytail. "We're playing their game whether we like it or not."
Before anyone could respond, a ping from Finlay's laptop resounded from the table, a cold blade through the tension.
"What now?" Marlene asked, her hand reaching instinctively for her weapon.
Finlay rushed to the laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Incoming message. It's. encrypted.
“Decrypt it,” Luciana orde
