Freddy’s POV

I pushed back from the table, my chair scraping against the floor.

Desmond was already looking at my phone screen, his expression darkening.

“Who sent it?” he asked, voice sharp.

I clenched my jaw, inhaling deeply through my nose, forcing down the rage threatening to consume me.

Vasquez frowned. “What the hell is going on?”

I looked at them, my voice cold. “Change of plans. I have a rat to exterminate.”

Desmond was already on the phone, barking orders. “Find every goddamn warehouse that matches this photo. I want a list in five minutes.”

Kyle was next to him, eyes hard. “We need to move now.”

I turned...