Jace’s POV
The Black Reapers had become too quiet.
That was the first thing I noticed when Derek returned from checking the old compound outside town, because he usually came back with something useful, even if that something was nothing more than a vehicle count or a new face near the gates.
This time, he walked into the clubhouse, dropped his keys onto the table, and shook his head.
“Nothing.” Derek said and I looked up from the coffee in front of me.
“Nothing?” I asked.
“Almost nothing.” He said and Mason frowned.
“What does that mean?” Mason asked.
“It means the place is still there, but it feels abandoned.” Derek said and I leaned back in my chair.
“How many people?” I asked.
“Six, maybe seven.” Derek said.
“That’s all?” I asked.
“That is all I could confirm.” He said.
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