“He wasn’t your enemy.”
Rage curls low in my chest.
“Then he should’ve picked a better way to show it.”
A beat.
Then—
“He was undercover,” the agent says.
Silence.
Sharp.
Cutting.
Briggs mutters something under his breath.
Aspen goes still behind me.
“Undercover where?” I ask.
The agent’s eyes lock onto mine.
“Inside the network you’re trying to dismantle.”
That lands.
Because it changes things.
But not enough.
Not even close.
“Then your operation is compromised,” I say.
His jaw tightens.
“We’re aware.”
“Are you?” I push. “Because it looks like your people are the ones targeting civilians.”
His gaze hardens.
“Careful.”
“No,” I say. “You be careful.”
A beat.
Then—
“You think we’re the problem,” he says.
“I think you’re not telling us everything,” I reply.
That earns me a slow nod.