Tuesday — 6:18 p.m.
Edge's POV
“Tell me you've got every exit covered.”
Collins appeared on the monitor in Church.
“We have surveillance on the estate. Tactical teams are positioned, and we're confirming the number of people inside.”
I stood beside Hawk, watching the live aerial photograph displayed on Cyber's screen.
A large house surrounded by trees.
Private driveway.
Security gate.
And somewhere inside, Santiago f*****g Velasco.
The man who'd spent years obsessing over my daughter.
The man we believed had arranged the attack on my wife.
The bastard connected to three murders.
Gene sat beside Dean and Grant, his arms crossed.
“What's taking so damn long?”
“Dad,” I warned.
“Don't start, Logan. I know what you're going to say.”
Collins answered before I could.
“We're maki
