Tag (The Golden Team #9)

Aponi

Graves took one step forward, the lantern’s swing throwing his face in and out of shadow.

“Here’s the choice, Detective,” he said. “You come with me now… or I walk out of here and take someone else you care about. Maybe your brother. Maybe Tag.”

My finger tightened on the trigger. “You won’t touch them.”

He tilted his head, almost curious. “Then prove it.”

Footsteps thundered behind me—fast, closing in—and Graves’ eyes flicked past my shoulder.

For the first time, his smile slipped.