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No one had an answer for him.
“There’s something else…we actually have a second guy in police custody.”
“Who?” he asked.
“There was an attack on Aidan as well, and he got the guy. We interviewed him too, and he knew just as little as Miles.”
Fuck! “Is Aidan okay?”
“Yeah. He was taking the trash out at home when someone shot at him. He saw them in time to dodge the bullet. He grabbed the guy before he could make a run for it.”
There were far too many of these attacks. There’d been more in Marble Falls too. “Does he have a military background?”
Tyler nodded. “Yep.”
There was a heavy quiet among his team.
“We need to infiltrate this group,” Flynn said, breaking the silence. “Get on the inside.”
“How do we do that when everyone knows who we are and what we look like?” Jason asked.
“Callum and Wyatt will find a way.” They always did. Liam looked over to Nylah, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. “When they do, our priority needs to be figuring out who this Hawk is. Cut off the head of the snake.”
“He must have a lot of resources at his disposal,” Logan said. “Somehow, he’s recruited all these assholes to kill us all the while remaining anonymous.”
“And he keeps learning our locations,” Tyler added.
That was one of the most concerning parts. “So maybe he’s closer than we think,” Liam said.
He felt the air thicken around him. That idea didn’t sit well with any of them. That someone in this town could be working against them. Maybe even someone they trusted.
Flynn shoved his hands into his pockets. “When Callum woke up, he said Nylah identified the dagger in the tattoos as being a symbol for protection.”
So the idiots thought they were protecting people. But that was a fucking lie, and everyone knew it. They were murderers, looking for a weak excuse to wield a gun.
* * *
When a rayof light hit the back of Nylah’s eyelids, she grimaced and turned her face away to escape the glare.
Beeping sounded, slow and steady. It was loud in her ears, pinging into her skull. She wrinkled her nose at the antiseptic smell, and when she swallowed, the action brought an ache to her throat.
Suddenly, memories trickled back to her. Of the attack outside the library. The shooter who’d run after her. Strangled her.
The beeping picked up speed, growing louder in her ears, almost angry.
“Hey. You’re safe. I’m here.”
At the sound of his voice, her eyes fluttered open and landed straight on Liam, who sat beside the bed. His hair was ruffled and there were circles under his eyes. He looked tired…and the manneverlooked tired.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was raspy, and that pain in her throat increased with her words.
His jaw ticked. “You’re askingmeif I’m okay?” He lifted a glass with a straw and placed it at her lips. “Here, have some water.”
She sipped, and again, the action of swallowing made her cringe.
A vein twitched in Liam’s temple. “I’m sorry.”
Why was he apologizing? He’d saved her. “None of this is your fault.” Then she straightened, Callum flicking into her mind. “Callum! Is he—”
