Payback

THE DEVIL'S PREY

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

Gigi zoomed in on the satellite image, scanning the area. "Unless…"

Her voice trailed off as she adjusted the screen, searching for any anomaly.

And then she saw it.

A dark van parked in an alley, partially obscured by the shadows.

No markings. No plates.

Too perfectly placed.

Her stomach twisted.

Betsy exhaled sharply. "This feels like a damn trap."

Gigi's fingers clenched into fists. "Or worse."

The screen flickered slightly, and the unease in the air thickened.

Then—just as Gigi tried to pull up a live feed of the marketplace, the system crashed.

A single message flashed across the screen before everything went black.

"Too late."

A chill ran down Betsy's spine.

Gigi's hands trembled over the keyboard.

And for the first time in a long time—neither of them knew what to do.