Page 130 of Legacy

“You sure?” I dig the pliers under a nail on the other hand, and he tries to pull away, but he can’t. “Try to remember.”

Lincoln’s eyes widen. “I—yes, there was a van. A white one. In the teacher parking.”

“Was anyone inside?”

“Inside?” His chest heaves as he almost vomits again. I’m losing him. “I don’t know. Maybe. I didn’t see anything.”

“Who stabbed you?”

“I don’t know.” Panic floods his tone. “I swear. I don’t know anything.”

“I believe you.” I glance at Steel, and he nods.

Lincoln is worthless, and he’s given us all he has. It’s not much, but at least it confirms our suspicions. The Iron Sinners weren’t watching the compound to see if I’d be with her today; they were at the school. They already knew the answer.

The only way they would have known that would have been if they were on the inside because I was called into church at the last second. There was only one other person in the bar when that happened—Sera.

She set us up.

She knew Reagan would be at drop-off without my protection. And even if Venom is a good replacement, he doesn’t walk them into the school. She was left vulnerable.

I peel off another one of Lincoln’s nails, and he starts sobbing as I toss the pliers to the ground. He’s a mess of blood, spit, vomit, and piss, and I have no more use for him. He made this too easy by going off the grid when he came to Vegas. No one will know where to look when he stays missing.

I reach behind me and pull out my gun.

“Please don’t.” His eyes widen. “I’ll leave.”

“You shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” I plant the barrel on his forehead. “You shouldn’t have hurt what’s mine.”

I pull the trigger with no regrets.

If anything, it fills my chest with peace, giving Reagan the closure she deserves. If she asks me about it, I’ll tell her what happened to Lincoln, but knowing Reagan, she won’t. She’ll know the answer and understand why Lincoln will no longer be a problem.

“Feel better?” Steel asks, stepping up beside me with Ghost and Venom trailing behind him.

“I’ll feel better when we get Reagan.”

Venom flexes his fingers. “I should have—”

“You tried.” I cut him off. “This isn’t on you. They could have gotten past any one of us with their numbers today.”

Ghost confirmed it when he pulled up footage from the school. Venom put up a fight, but he couldn’t have stopped them.

“Still. It feels like I need to do something.”

“When we get their location, we’ll all get our chance to do something. At least now we know Sera was the one tipping them off, so we don’t make that mistake again.”

Steel’s phone rings, and his shoulders relax when he sees who is calling, which can only mean it’s Havoc or Chaos.

“Talk to me,” he says, nodding in response to whatever is being said on the other side of the phone. “She asked for what?”

His jaw tightens as he continues to listen. Every so often his eyes dart to me until he finally drops his chin and drags his hand through his hair.

“Give it to her. I don’t give a fuck so long as she hands over the information. Then call it in and let the cops deal with it.” He hangs up, looking over at me. “They found Sera waiting for a bus.”

“Does she know where Reagan is?”

Steel nods.

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