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“Coming into Nevada.”
I stand.
Hayley watches me.
“The job is finished?”
“Finished yesterday. We’ve been driving since midnight. Trent is trying to convince Holt that a gas-station burrito is a complete breakfast.”
“It had eggs,” Trent calls from somewhere near the phone.
Holt answers, “It had something yellow.”
Kane ignores both of them.
“We’re about forty miles from Iron Ridge.”
“Don’t go there.”
Silence follows.
“What happened?” Kane asks.
“Compound was attacked.”
Every trace of humor disappears.
“When?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“Injuries?”
“None of ours.”
“Who attacked?”
“Men connected to a trafficking operation.”
Hayley rises from the stool.
Kane’s voice hardens.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
I look toward the hallway.
“My daughter was there.”
Another silence.
Longer this time.
Trent says something I can’t hear.
Kane must signal him to be quiet.
“Your what?”
