“I know you’re still shaken up about the break-in at your house, but we need to take things one step at a time and not jump to any conclusions.” Cass had told him about the tattoos she’d identified on her attacker, but it had been dark, and she’d been fighting the man off, so he wasn’t a hundred percent sure this was linked just yet.

“There’s no jumping to conclusions. I’m sure you heard about the bombing in Old Town yesterday. Layla was there.”

His stomach clenched. “She was? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I spoke to her a few minutes ago. She has some minor injuries but will be okay. She goes to that restaurant every Saturday for lunch. This was planned.”

“You think this is a coordinated effort to take out our team?” Zane’s mind went into overdrive.

“I do, because I’m not done updating you. Layla also talked to Scarlett Bell.”

“What did she say?” Scarlett always had the best intel.

“Get this. Her contacts are telling her that the word on the street is that Roberto Mejía was killed during our operation.”

Zane’s grip tightened on the wheel. “Are you sure? Could it be the cartel feeding our sources misinformation?”

“Scarlett thinks it’s solid intel, and it would explain the major backlash we’re getting.”

“Okay, I get the motive, but how would Diego know who to come after? We were extremely careful with cutting any video surveillance.”

Cass shrugged. “I’m not sure. That’s one of the many unknowns.”

“We should go see Diaz and brief him on the latest developments.” John Diaz was a seasoned DEA agent and the fourth member of their team.

“Glad we’re on the same page. I’ll punch his address into my GPS.” Cass pulled her phone out of her jacket.

“He’s in Arlington, right?” Zane asked.

“Yeah. Since it’s Sunday, the traffic shouldn’t be too bad. We can do it in fifteen minutes from here.”

“How did you know where to find me?” Zane asked.

“You love that sub shop. I swung by your place first, and when you weren’t there, I figured hitting up your favorite restaurant was a good plan. The coffee shop down the block was my next option.”

“You know me pretty well, don’t you, Cass?”

She gave him a little smile. “We’ve worked together for quite a while.”

“We have, and we’ve done a lot of dangerous ops in multiple countries. What went south here?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. Do you really think we can trust anyone at the DEA or at Langley right now?”