Wyatt pulled into Nate's driveway at 2:58 PM, killing the engine and sitting there for a moment. His eyes scanned the street, checking for tails they might have missed, for any sign that Liam had followed them.

Nothing.

Lauren sat beside him, her new Glock 19 secured in the lockbox between them, her temporary gun license folded in her purse. They'd spent two hours at the range after picking up the weapon, running through drills until she could draw, aim, and fire without hesitation.

She was ...