Thursday — 11:38 a.m. — Razor Riders Compound, South Carolina
Edge's POV
“Prez, you're gonna want to see this.”
I looked up from the paperwork spread across my desk.
Chain stood in the doorway, laptop tucked beneath his arm.
“What've you got?”
“Something we've been looking for since Mexico.”
That got my attention.
I stood.
“Conference room. Now.”
By the time I walked in, Train, True, and Trident were already gathered around the table.
Chain connected his laptop to the large screen.
“Alright. I've been going through the financial records recovered in Colombia, comparing them with the information Perez sent us.”
Train folded his arms.
“And?”
“One of the accounts connected to Project Orchid became active again.”
I frowned.
“After Mexico?”
“Three days ago.”
Trident leaned fo
