Heavy.
Dangerous all over again.
I tighten my grip on the flowers in my hand.
Because now—
This isn’t something coming from the outside.
It’s already here.
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Idon’t like this.
Not even a little.
“Local,” Trigger mutters from the doorway. “That narrows it down… and makes it worse.”
Yeah.
It does.
Because outside threats?
You track them. Hunt them. Eliminate them.
But local?
That means someone knows the roads.
Knows the routines.
Knows us.
“Show me,” I say to Blaze.
He turns the laptop, pulling up a map of Eagle River.
Dots blink across it.
Different locations.
Different timestamps.
“All these transactions routed through a ghost network,” Blaze explains. “But the origin points?”
He taps the screen.
“They all bounce through here.”
I lean in.
A familiar street.
Too familiar.