Nobody spoke much during the drive. The message hidden in Casey’s map sat like a weight inside every vehicle while the convoy moved through the darkness toward the warehouse complex connected to Black Ledger.
You’re already too late.
The words replayed in my head over and over. I hated them bot because they scared me but before they felt personal. Everything felt personal. Every breadcrumb, every clue, every trap and every message.
Someone wasn’t just communicating with the club anymore.
The realization sat heavily in my stomach while the warehouse finally appeared in my distance.
The complex stretched along the edge of an industrial shipping district near a large reservoir and multiple rail lines crossed nearby.
Talia’s clues. The train, the water, all of it.
Unfortunately tha
