Zoe
We got back to the clubhouse a little after two in the morning, both of us running on adrenaline and too little sleep, and found Ryder and Mason still awake in the main room, laptops open, coffee gone cold beside them.
"Active shipment," Jax reported, dropping into the chair across from Ryder. "Same crate count as the manifest Winnie found. Whatever Cole's running through there, it's still ongoing, not some old operation he's shut down since."
"That's good," Ryder said, though his expression stayed grim. "Means the evidence isn't just historical. It's current enough to actually take him down, not just embarrass him."
"Any progress on the drive?" I asked, sinking onto the couch, exhaustion finally catching up with the adrenaline that had carried me through the stakeout.
Mason looke
