The live news helicopter circled above the clubhouse while every person inside the safehouse watched in complete silence.
Dozens of federal cars blocked every road leading toward Devil’s Hollow territory and tactical teams moved carefully around the property while reporters crowded behind police barricades hoping to capture history. So Knox muted the TV.
“They’re going in.” Knox said.
Wire already had three laptops open across the church table while his fingers flew across keyboards faster than I could follow and Roman looked toward him.
“How much time?” Roman asked and Wire never looked up.
“Not enough. I can wipe most of it but not everything.” Wire said not looking up.
“We move now.” Knox said turning toward the room.
The warehouse instantly exploded into motion and everyo
