Thursday — 9:14 a.m.
Edge's POV
For the first time in weeks, I walked into Church without wondering who was going to die next.
Collins was already on the monitor.
Commander Perez joined from Mexico.
True, Morgan, Hawk, Cyber, Blaze, and my brothers were seated around the table.
Gene occupied his usual chair.
Seventy-seven years old, recovering from heart surgery, and still convinced nobody could conduct a damn meeting without him.
“Morning,” Collins greeted.
“Tell me something good,” I answered.
“We've made substantial progress.”
Perez leaned toward his camera.
“Evidence recovered from Santiago Velasco's estate and Victor Salazar's property has helped us reconstruct their operations.”
True folded her arms.
“Start with the Reyes murders.”
Collins nodded.
“Salazar has agreed
