Kai's P.O.V.

Sienna hated my spreadsheet. Not the information. The spreadsheet.

"It has colors."

"Colors improve scan speed."

"It looks like a murder board made by an accountant."

"Thank you."

"That was not a compliment."

I turned the laptop toward her. She sat besi

Sienna's P.O.V.

The side mirror was wrong. That was it. Nothing dramatic. No broken window. No slashed tire. Just the driver's-side mirror angled slightly lower than I left it. I stopped ten feet from the loaner. Riot almost walked into my back.

"What?"

"Don't touch the car."

Knox's P.O.V.

Brenner Recovery Services had exactly one public business address. Of course it was a warehouse. Metal siding. Chain-link fence.

A faded sign promising "asset recovery, transport, and secure storage" like those words had never ruined anybody's day.

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