Chapter 58 Elevator To Judgment

• He shoved the image aside and stepped in. Game time. Time to dance with the devils who'd raised Leo King.
• Even if it meant burning with them.
• The black Cadillac Escalade carved through Chicago's Gold Coast, a ten-million-dollar coffin on wheels. Mason watched the streets blur past through bulletproof glass, his fingers drumming against his thigh. All that armor plating between him and a bullet, but his skin crawled like he was naked in a snake pit.