Ava’s POV
By sunrise, the table was covered in paper.
Maps.
Vehicle information.
Names.
Possible routes.
Every known contact who had been anywhere near our team since we arrived.
Morgan stood over it with a cup of coffee that had gone cold hours ago.
True sat beside him, making notes.
Tootsie had finally fallen asleep on the couch.
Gage was stretched across a chair with his head tipped back, snoring quietly.
I hadn't slept.
Neither had Morgan or True.
“Again,” Morgan said.
I looked at him.
“We've gone over it six times.”
“Then seven won't hurt.”
True didn't look up.
“He's right.”
“Traitor.”
“Security.”
I rubbed my eyes.
“Fine.”
Morgan pointed at the handwritten timeline.
“Two-thirty.”
“We get the location.”
“Then?”
“We determine distance and route. Local teams mo
