Chapter 96

• LIAM
• The night was pitch dark as we followed Richardson's car, its taillights bright against the murky road.
• I motioned to my men, the plan set. As Richardson turned a bend on an empty stretch of road, we surged forward, cutting him off and forcing his car to a jerking halt. In the seconds it took him to process what was happening, my men had yanked open his door, dragging him out, his shout cut short as one of them struck the back of his head. He slumped, the fight knocked out of him. Good. The less he struggled, the quicker we'd get to the answers.