Thomas caught a flicker of something sharp in Lara's expression—a momentary flash of hostility. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but it left a chill in his blood. He realised then that, in her grief, she was looking for someone to blame. And who better than the two "cubs" who had lured Trevor into the path of a dozen killers?
Lara's resentment was a palpable, acidic thing. As she watched Thomas move toward the door, she had to dig her fingernails into her palms to keep from lunging at him.
She wanted to grab him and Lucy by their collars and scream until her lungs gave out—to blame them for the silence in the ravines and the terrifying likelihood that Trevor was currently being torn apart.
But she was a veteran, and she was sane. Deep in her soul, she knew these two were just pawns in a much larger, dirtier game. A plot had been spun to ensnare their entire department, and the cubs had simply been the bait used to pull the trigger.
