Morgan’s POV
10:27 p.m. — Mexico
“Edge, we've got another problem.”
I stared at the photograph True had handed me.
Ava.
Taken through a window at the surgical center.
On the back, four words were written in black ink.
SHE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED.
“What problem?” Edge demanded.
“Someone left another photograph of Ava outside the facility.”
Blaze's voice immediately came through.
“What photograph?”
I explained.
“What the hell does that mean?”Edge was pissed.
“I don't know.”
True folded her arms.
“But somebody went through a lot of trouble to deliver it.”
Blaze sounded furious.
“Get Ava out of there.”
“We've got security around the building.”
“Apparently, security hasn't stopped these bastards from getting close enough to take pictures!”
“Blaze,” Edge warned.
“No! Somebody's
