Ryder
We gathered in the main room that evening, the folder of evidence sitting heavy on the table between us like something radioactive, and I let the debate run longer than I normally would have, because everyone at that table had earned a say in what happened next.
“We hand it over,” Jax said, arms crossed, pacing near the window. “Straight to whatever contact we trust most. The longer we sit on this, the more time Cole has to figure out we have it and come at us harder.”
“He already knows we have it,” Mason said. “The break-in at the shop wasn’t subtle. He’s not waiting for confirmation, Jax. He’s just waiting to see what we do with it.”
“Which is exactly why we shouldn’t wait either,” Jax pressed.
I studied the folder, weighing the risk against the urgency. “Handing this to the w
