Page 74 of Bitter’s Sweet

Her face tightens. “Great. I’m a crossover episode.”

Nevermore’s mouth twitches.

I don’t.

Sweet looks at the tracker evidence bag in his hand. “What happens with that?”

“CSI wants it.”

“That’s all?”

Nevermore hesitates.

I know that hesitation. “What?”

“He said leaving the tracker active on the car could give us another route if Razor comes back for it.”

Sweet goes very still.

My temper does not.

“No.”

Nevermore looks at me. “I didn’t say we were doing it.”

“You were thinking it.”

“I was telling you what CSI said.”

“No one puts that tracker back on her car.”

Sweet looks at me.

Nevermore’s face goes unreadable. “Could tell us if Razor is working with the men watching the shipment. Could give us the overlap we need before tomorrow’s run.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

That gets quiet between us.

Club comes first.

It has since before Lena, before prison cells, before blood on concrete, before I learned exactly what happens when somebody outside the patch gets too close to what belongs inside it.

My answer came before I even thought about that.

That should bother me.

It does.

I tell myself there are other ways to find Ravenfork. CSI has cameras. Ghoul has roads. Nevermore has contacts. Protecting a civilian whose stalker dragged club colors onto our property is still club business if I need it to be.

Whatever explanation gets everybody through the night.

“She ain’t bait.”

Nevermore studies me for one long second.

“Fine.”