Jace

I slip in through the back door of the Enforcers’ building, boots silent on cold stone. My pulse hums low in my ears—this is what I live for. I spot Stevie leaning against the wall just past the holding cell door, arms crossed, expression unreadable but sharp.

I grin. “You’re early,” I murmur. She quirks an eyebrow.

“I’m on time.” Her tone’s teasing, but her eyes flick toward the metal bars. “So, which funeral guests get to be grilled tonight?”

I lean toward her, conspiratorial. “All of them. But let’s start small. Two unidentified males slipped through Blue Rock territory during or after the funeral. We need to find...