Rico – POV
I drove like a fucking madman.
Didn't care about red lights, didn't care about cops. Didn't care about the shaking in my hands that wouldn't stop no matter how tight I gripped the wheel.
Justin's signal had vanished two days ago.
Just gone.
I'd tried every trick—boosters, reroutes, black box decrypts. Nothing.
It was like he'd been swallowed whole by the goddamn earth.
I kept telling myself he knew what he was doing.
That even if he'd let himself get caught, it was part of the plan.
But I'd seen Justin when it came to June.
Logic? Strategy? Those words didn't exist for him where she was concerned.
It was rage and need and that brutal fucking love that made him more monster than man.
And I couldn't blame him.
I'd seen what they'd done to us all.
I'd sent the team ahead—two trucks, blackout gear, signal disruptors of our own.
We had a lead on a compound not far from the last sighting of their van.
A tip, maybe bullshit, but the only thread we had left.
