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I press play.

The first thing I see is Natalie. She’s literally running, her hands holding her middle. She nearly bowls over the doorman. The same doorman who then picks up the phone, dialing.

He’s not calling the police.

It only takes five minutes for William to walk through the door. Anger flares inside.

It’s not that I didn’t believe her, but seeing him makes it all the more real.

I should have killed him a long time ago, but my conscience refused to allow me to. For some reason, I still felt a smidge of loyalty to him. After all, he was supposed to be my brother one day.

William stops to talk to the doorman, who then leads him to the security desk. He shows him something on it.

I pause it.

“What are they looking at?” I ask Trigger.

He moves forward, clicking open a new file before pressing play.

This one shows the outside of the building. I watch as Natalie rushes to a cab.

“I believe he was getting the information for the cab so he could track her,” Trigger adds.

I nod, clicking back to the first video. William pulls his phone out, calling someone before stalking out of the building.

“Keep watching. I have some other footage to show you, but I thought you’d want to see all of this first.”

I do as he asks, noting the video cuts as if it’s missing a portion. The time stamp now reads hours later. William is rushing back inside, ignoring his doorman. The footage cuts again to show William leaving the building with a large duffel bag.

“He’s not seen again at this building. I believe he knows Natalie is here.” Trigger moves closer, closing the two videos before opening another.

This one shows a collection of videos showing the cab Natalie must be in traveling out of the city toward our compound. After the cab leaves the last camera, it’s gone for a while before it comes back. Soon after, it picks up another fare.

“I believe he traced her this way and saw that she left town our way and assumed she came to us. The other option is that he has a mole inside.”

I run my hand down my face. “You really think he could have an inside man?”

I ask the question, but it confirms my own suspicions.

Colt was on the phone about the same time as William in the video. Did he call him to tell him what we were doing?

Colt wasn’t here when William was. He might not know what he did.

Trigger hesitates, “We both know we’ve been having some issues with shipments coming missing or being short. Now the girl shows up, bringing back a past problem.” He shakes his head. “I don’t believe in coincidences. I think he’s the reason we have been having issues, and how else would he know how to cause us issues than by having someone feeding him information from the inside.”

“Could be a sweetbutt,” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “Can’t be. We don’t talk business with them. Nor with the old ladies.”

“Some men’s lips get loose when their dick is getting sucked.”

“Sure, but none of the men who we have on this. My gut says it's an inside man. I’ve been running tracks on each one. So far nothing.”

“I need you to clear Wrath. I trust him, but I need to be sure. Then we bring him in and figure out what the fuck is going on. For now, this stays between us.”

He nods. “One more thing. I don’t think William is working alone. I ran traces on the numbers he’s been calling from his phone. Some of them are burners with a seven-seven-five area code. They may be working with the Reno Renegades.”

“Good work, Trigger. Keep following up. I’ll figure out what to do about it.”

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