(Noah)
I didn’t go home after Vale House.
There was no point. The apartment had quiet, and most nights I preferred that over the compound, but quiet wasn’t useful right now. Wednesday had become tomorrow, and I wasn’t walking into that with half a board and men guessing at targets. I drove back to the compound with the Vale House conversation still turning over in my head.
Dante had the room moving before I walked in. Maps were already spread across the table, two new sheets had been taped under the board, and three prospects were at the side station pulling records. Lewis was checking keys near the wall, Jace was loading spare phones into a duffel, and another member was feeding paper into the printer.
Kane was still out on Palmer, Ryder was holding warehouse position, and Dex had Rey
