“I’ve got something.”
We both step back.
Reality snapping back in.
“What?” I ask.
He turns the tablet toward us.
“I cross-referenced the flowers. There’s only one place nearby that carries all of them.”
Tessa goes still.
“Where?”
He taps the screen.
“A private greenhouse just outside town.”
Silence settles.
Then—
“That’s not a coincidence,” she says.
“No,” I agree. “It’s not.”
Finally—
A lead.
And this time?
We’re not reacting.
We’re going straight to the source.
49
Ace
The greenhouse sits just outside town.
Far enough to stay private.
Close enough to stay hidden in plain sight.
I don’t like that.
“Place gives me a bad feeling,” Trigger mutters.
“Good,” I say. “Means you’re paying attention.”
Blaze leans forward. “No business hours. Minimal online presence. Cash-heavy.”
“Translation?” Beast asks.
“Whoever runs it doesn’t want to be found.”