DAMON
Vera was pulling her weight more than I gave her credit for.
Things were moving. Slowly, carefully, the way dangerous things had to move when one wrong step could blow the whole plan apart. I wasn't going to celebrate yet but for the first time in a while, the pieces were starting to sit right.
I looked across the desk at Rika.
He had one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, a grey chain visible over the neck of his black tee, waiting. He always looked like that. Unhurried. Like whatever I was about to say had already been processed before it left my mouth.
"I need you to track Garrett," I told him but he frowned.
"Why?"
"Because someone has to source those drugs." I kept my voice flat. "It's not going to be me, you, or anyone wearing this pack's name. Garrett is going to
