flew inward, skittering across the tile floor. Through the

dead! he screamed, slamming his

wn to cover herself, as if a thin sheet of plastic could stop a mo

he lock

om, breathing hard. He grinned

nd

ched f

ds echoed from the living room, follo

vered inches from Dyla

r of the apartment didn't explode-i

They moved with the silent, efficient brutality of corporate mercenaries. One subdued Tara

oss the walls, settling i

one of the men said, his voice low and de

ugh-guy facade crumbling ins

twisted his arm behind his back with practiced force. Jax buckled, hit

ng in the corner, held

he bathtub, her body shaking so

calmly through the silent, controlled chaos, stepping over the de

idn't look at Tara. He walk

bruised, terrified, clu

cket. He simply stood in the d

w and steady. I am Carter. Mr. Bren

et out a sob, a raw, ugly sound that ha

er own, her le

the living room, Jax lift

ng blood. You set me up! I h

n at Jax with the indifferenc

t was a live feed of Jax's own mother's house, with tw

ill continue to enjoy her Tuesday night bingo. If you don't, we will forward evidence

arter ordered

nd a weeping Tara

treet. The block was quiet, with no red and blue light

he curb. Not a police c

ould be inside. She wanted to see him. She needed t

rear door. The i

ylan asked, he

rter said, closing the door after she climbed in. H

ourse. He was working. She was just a

ing the sirens and the squalor b

sage on his phone

physical injuries.

, the reply ca

ri

the most Garland Brennan