Chapter 107

Slade's POV

The data—detailing the specific alley, the time, and the extent of Jayden’s injuries—was a gift wrapped in a challenge.

I turned on the junior analyst who had delivered the initial message, my anger finally finding a tangible target.

“Why was I just told this now?” I demanded, the low tone of my voice more dangerous than any shout.

The analyst stammered, his eyes wide. They explained they were scared, since I was hurrying them, they quickly sent ...