POV: Tristan
By eight in the morning, I already felt like I had lived through an entire day.
My home office smelled heavily of coffee, exhaustion, and tension.
Files were scattered across the table.
Zaki had three laptops open at once.
Sami was lying lazily across the couch eating chips like we weren’t discussing a very dangerous man.
Connor stood near the window with his arms folded while Silas remained seated quietly beside the bookshelf answering a call on his phone.
Danny leaned against the wall nearest to the door.
Meanwhile, me?
I was tired as hell.
We had been locked inside this office since five in the morning.
Three whole hours.
Three hours of planning.
Tracking.
Preparing.
Trying to figure out how to catch Dusten Carter before he tried something worse.
I rubbed my
