Edge's POV
11:46 a.m. — Mexico, Hospital
“Say that again, Commander.”
I stood beside the window, gripping my phone.
Commander Perez repeated the message recovered from Pierce's encrypted files.
“Sinclair kept copies. Confirm where she stored them.”
My jaw tightened.
“And the response?”
“We'll find them.”
“Son of a bitch.”
The messages were dated shortly after Ava filed her complaint in Colombia.
Long before I'd known what my daughter was dealing with overseas.
“Does this mean somebody accessed her storage unit?”
“Not necessarily,” Perez answered.
“But someone was actively searching for her records.
"I recommend preserving any available storage facility access logs.”
“I'll have Chain handle it.”
“And the envelope your men discovered?”
“Still sealed.”
“Good. We're arrang
