The air in the safe house was thick with tension, the sharp scent of gunpowder still lingering after the intruder’s death. Claire stared at the lifeless body on the floor, her mind racing. The blood pooling beneath him seemed to seep into the cracks of her resolve, but she forced herself to focus.
“We need to move,” John said, his voice steady but urgent. “They know where we are. Staying here isn’t an option.”
Margaret knelt beside the body, inspecting the man’s clothing. “They silenced him,” she muttered, her expression grim. “Whoever was outside didn’t want him talking.”
“And now we’re left with nothing but Pine Ridge,” Ethan added, his tone sharp. “What if it’s a trap?”
“Then we spring it,” John said, his jaw tightening. “We don’t have a choice. If they’re moving everything tonight,
