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He has already made a decision.
“No.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’ll tell you in the vehicle.”
I glance toward Sheriff Vega.
“Does she know?”
“No.”
That surprises me.
“Sean.”
“The fewer people who know where Sage is, the safer she is.”
His voice is quiet.
Absolute.
This is not the nineteen-year-old boy I remember.
This is the man who spent eighteen years in Delta Special Forces.
I look around the mine compound.
Deputies.
State police.
Federal agents beginning to arrive.
Paramedics.
More vehicles than I can count.
“You don't trust the police?”
“I trust Vega.”
“Then why not tell her?”
“Because Navarro got away.”
My stomach tightens.
Sean continues.
“He knew about Iron Ridge. He knew Sage reached me. He had men watching roads, motels, and people who helped her.”
Daniel.
The betrayal still feels like a knife twisting inside me.
“I trusted someone too,” I whisper.
