It was almost time for the raid.
Night had settled in, thick clouds rolling overhead, heavy and dark with the promise of rain. As Taeryn drove, his gaze flicked briefly to Rihan in the passenger seat.
Rihan was focused on his phone, texting the others and finalizing the raid structure. There were attackers and saviours.
The attackers would go straight for the kill.
The saviours would extract the captives.
Rihan rubbed at his temple, a small crease of pain forming between his brows. The headache was obvious.
Taeryn frowned but kept his eyes on the road. He hadn't seen Rihan take his medication all day and they'd been together the entire time.
His jaw tightened.
He had to do something. If Rihan was there tonight, Taeryn knew he wouldn't be able to focus. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he'd be lying to himself. All he wanted was to end this case, cleanly.
He said nothing.
