and learned nobody listened anyway.
I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair.
“Where you headed?” Havoc asked from one of the tables.
I shoved my arms into the sleeves. “Out.”
That earned me a look.
Didn’t stop me.
The mountain breeze hit my face the second I stepped outside.
Main Street stretched quiet in front of me now, sunlight glinting off parked trucks and shop windows.
No sign of Tessa.
Damn it.
I scanned the street anyway.
Like maybe she’d still be there if I looked hard enough.
Nothing.
I stood there for a long second, replaying everything in my head.
Six years.
Prison.
Confession.
The pieces fit together too neatly.
Too clean.
Real life wasn’t clean.
And neither was the look in Tessa’s eyes every time she talked about people leaving.
My jaw flexed hard.
“Not happening,” I muttered.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled to the number I needed.
Ranger intel.
If there was more buried in Tessa Bloom’s past—
I was going to find it.
Every piece.
Every lie.
Every truth.