Page 265 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
More deliberate.
Then back to me.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”
No.
Not good enough.
I step closer.
Close enough that this isn’t a conversation anymore.
It’s pressure.
“You already know,” I say.
His gaze locks onto mine.
Unblinking.
Then—
“Tank’s grandfather,” he says.
Everything in me goes still.
Behind me, Aspen freezes.
“What about him?” she asks.
Her voice is tight.
Controlled.
But I hear it.
The fear underneath.
The agent’s tone stays even.
“He worked at the refinery,” he says.
Aspen frowns.
“That was years ago.”
“Yes,” the agent replies. “It was.”
A pause.
Then—
“That refinery,” he continues, “was one of the original access points.”
My stomach drops.
Access points.
