Page 306 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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“Tell me.”

He holds something up.

A patch.

Black.

Marked.

Not random.

Not generic.

Recognizable.

Too recognizable.

I take it.

Turn it over.

And everything inside me goes still.

Because I’ve seen this before.

Not here.

Not recently.

But enough to know—

This isn’t just another crew.

This is bigger.

Way bigger.

Behind me, the CIA agent steps closer.

Sees it.

And for the first time—

For the first time since they walked into the Tavern—

He reacts.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” he mutters.

I don’t look at him.

Don’t need to.

Because now I know.

This isn’t just a trafficking ring.

This isn’t just corruption.

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