Page 274 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Not possibly.
Definitely.
“He hid it,” I say.
The words land in the room like a dropped weapon.
Everyone goes still.
Even Aspen.
“What?” she whispers.
I look at her.
Hold her gaze.
“He didn’t trust anyone,” I say.
Her brow furrows.
“Not even them,” I add, jerking my chin slightly toward the agents.
That lands.
Hard.
The agent doesn’t deny it.
Doesn’t argue.
Which tells me everything I need to know.
“So he hid it,” Briggs says slowly.
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
That’s the question.
The one that matters.
The one that changes everything.
I turn slightly.
Look around the Tavern.
The old wood.
The beams.
The structure.
Then—
My gaze shifts again.
