Chapter 97

• THERON POV
• I sank into the chair in Lazaro’s office, rubbing both hands over my face as frustration thickened in my throat. “More rumors. No real answers,” I muttered, casting a glance at Lazaro and the two men flanking him. They silently entered and dropped the latest stack of reports on his desk.
• “You should get some rest,” Lazaro said as he approached, giving my shoulder a firm pat. “We’ll follow up on the rest of the leads.”