“We have her, Nora,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “We’re going to end this.”

“We have to,” I said, looking out the window as the trees blurred past. “For Leo.”

The SUV pulled out of the gates, leading a convoy of federal vehicles down the mountain.

The drive to Marquette was silent, the tension in the vehicle thick enough to cut.

I knew that what we had just done was only the beginning.

The recording in my pocket was the key to tearing down the syndicate, but it also made us the ultimate targets.

My phone, sitting in my lap, suddenly buzzed.

The screen lit up, reflecting in the dark glass of the window.

It was an unknown number.

I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen.

I slid my finger across the glass to open the message.

It was a single image.

My breath caught in my throat, and the blood in my veins turned to ice.

It was a photo of the cabin in the woods.

The snow-covered roof, the warm yellow light spilling from the windows.