Tuesday — 8:26 a.m.
Edge's POV
“Three bodies. Two countries. And every damn message points back to my daughter.”
I stood at the head of the Church table, staring at Collins on the monitor.
Hawk sat beside Gene. Dean and Grant occupied the opposite side, while True, Morgan, Trident, Chain, Train, and Cyber reviewed the latest reports.
Blaze had taken Ava upstairs after we told her about Chet.
“Tell me you're getting closer,” I demanded.
“We are,” Collins answered.
“The Charleston crime scene has similarities to the warehouse outside Guadalajara.”
“Similarities?” Hawk growled.
“Their f*****g hands were removed.”
“Yes. But we need forensic evidence establishing whether the same people were involved.”
True leaned forward.
“What about the motel?”
“We recovered partial surveillan
