Sarah stood near the front counter of Lawson Customs with her arms folded across her chest, and although her expression remained professional, I could see the exhaustion around her eyes because whatever she had come here to tell us had clearly been sitting heavily on her mind.
Jace stood beside me, while Mia hovered a few feet away with a rag in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, and even Ben had stopped working on the motorcycle in front of him because everyone wanted to hear what Sarah had discovered.
“So, what happened?” Jace asked.
Sarah glanced toward the garage entrance before lowering her voice.
“We raided one of the Black Reapers’ storage sheds early this morning.” Sarah said as my eyebrows lifted, and Jace immediately straightened.
“You found one of their locations?” Jac
