Chapter 33 The Call Back Home
The Call Back Home
Boise’s dawn came pale and raw.
Sac’s feed flickered to life on the projector—a grainy dock cam showing the same van, same men, loading new crates onto a barge two states away.
“They’re fast,” Sac said over the speaker. “Too fast. They had a backup ready.”
Tater leaned forward on his elbows. “You get faces?”
“One clean shot of the suit—Hector Sanchez himself. You were right, brother. He’s running the money.”
A low curse rolled through the room.
Ren slid the recovered manifests across the table. “These match the shipping codes. He’s moving guns north and cash south. Shadow was just the middleman.”
Tater nodded. “Then we cut Sanchez out completely.”
Sac’s voice crackled. “I can stall his next shipment, but he’s gonna notice. He’ll hit back hard.”
“Let him,” Tater said. “We’re done waiting.”
He ended the call, and said quietly, “Boise rides tonight.”
Ren met his gaze, steady. “Then I’m with you.”
He smiled—just a small tilt of the mouth that meant everything. “Always figured you would be.”