Jax was on the porch, with Cowboy, Matteo, and Logan standing behind him. Cowboy bent his head toward the window and waved at Hawk as he would a toddler. Two things occurred to Hawk at once. Logan had ratted him out, and it had finally stopped snowing. Hawk opened the door and met Jax’s stony stare. Hawk stepped back for them to enter. “Hello, Logan,” he said pointedly. Logan looked from Hawk to Jax and back. “I’m sorry, Hawk.” “No problem. It’s always good to know who’s got my six and who doesn’t.” Jax turned his head sharply. “Don’t you put this on him. This is all you, Hawk. From the moment you heard the first intel on Steele, you were packing your bags, HERO Force and my orders be damned.” Trevor raised his chin. “I’m doing this for HERO Force. I’m doing this for Ralph. Do you remember Ralph, Jax? Tall guy, about six three…”
