Page 222 of Ranger's Wildflower
Which means access.
Keys.
Movement.
She sees it too.
“You helped him,” she says.
The guy shakes his head fast. “I didn’t— I didn’t know—”
“Don’t,” I cut in.
Sharp. Final.
“You knew enough.”
“I just moved things—messages—money—he said it was nothing—”
“Who?” Tessa presses. “Who gave you the orders?”
He breaks.
“I don’t know his name!”
Everything stills.
“He never told me,” the guy rushes. “Always messages. Calls. Different numbers—masked—”
Blaze’s voice cuts through. “That tracks. Professional routing. He’s not the guy.”
No.
He’s not.
I grab the front of his shirt and haul him up just enough.
“You planted the device.”
He nods frantically. “I was told to set it and leave—just a scare—”
“Yeah?” I lean in. “Felt like more than a scare.”
“I swear—he said not to kill anyone—just send a message—”
That lines up.
Too clean.
“This guy’s a middleman,” Trigger mutters.
“Yeah,” I say. “And we’re not at the top of the food chain.”
I shove him back down.
Frustration burns through me.
We ended one threat.
