“Yes,” Logainanswered. Then he added, “Aside from Ms, Clark, we’ve arranged for caregivers to go on a 24–hour rotation.”
Samuel calmly replied, though a layer of frost seemed to settle over his handsome face. His sharp eyes parrowed slightly as he continued, “Any updates on
“No progiras wi,” Logan carefully said.
fina city like Seaville, the fact that their people couldn’t dig anything up meant
ething the person behind it had come prepared and covered their tracks well.
“Keep a close eye on the dilver. You’re coming with me to meet him.” Sammel’s words came out slow and flat, but each one carried a razor–sharp chill. “Yes, Mr. Vance!” Logan stiffened. “We’ve already got someone tailing him, but do you really need to step foot in a place like that? It’s not worth getting your
Sammeldada’respond. Once he’d made up his mind, there was no changing it.
As his assistant, Logan knew his job wasn’t in question—it was to follow orders. So, he shut up.
Technically, Samuel didn’t need to go to the prison himself. But this time, his initation was bolling over. He’d dealt with things like this before but never had anything rattled him like this one.
Logan began, “Mr. Jones has already obtained the diver’s financial details. He’s from Dasovia, and his family rents public housing here in Seville. The most valuable thing he owns is that delivery truck. Aside from some regular expenses as wages, there were no traces of any large transactions.
“His wife and kid are currently missing. Enly signs point to an abduction. So, yeah some of what he said might be true.”
Later that day, Samuel headed to a prison on the outskirts of the city.
The driver, Dominic Butler, had no idea he’d be thrown in so quickly.
That was when be finally realized he’d pissed off someone way, way out of his league.
The guards brought him into a holding room, the first thing he saw was a tall man standing with his back to him, mid–call.
The pressure in the room was suffocating, and the man hadn’t even turned around yet
Soon, Samuel ended the call.
After that, Logan stepped into and quietly closed the door behind them.
Samuel then pulled out a cigarette. Logan, knowing his cues, lit it for him
mediately.
Samuel took a slow drag, smoke curling around him as he stared down the nervous middle–aged man “Were you the one who hit him?”
Dominic’s voler shoul
Samuel hadn’t done a thing, laut the weight of hits presence was enough to rattle Doniale’s nerves and make his words stumble.
“Did he tell you to do it? Samuel pestuted toward Logan with a tilt of las chin
“y_Yes…” Dominic’s knees were practically buckding.
“Do you have any idea who I ‘ Samuel’s voler was sharp and lethal.
Dominic flached as a sinking dread pulpped his chest. He could feel it—undeniable, suffocating bloodlust.
He furiously shook his head “No, I don’t… I’m just a delivery driver trying to make a living. People like me wouldn’t be able to get to know someone like you!” He dropped to his khers, hands trembling as lie begged, “I was forced to do it! I swear, I don’t know anything! They threatened my wife and kid–I had no choice!” Without blinking, Samuel slammed a boot into the exchest and sent him sprawling across the floor.
Coldly and furiously, he growled, “And you thought Kylie should pay the price for your family’s life? Who the hell do you think you are?”
