med at him to run, to back away from the man standing in front of him

his chest forward, trying to close the distance. "You're gonna fi

forward, aiming to shove Brant

even brushed the nylon of the

awl. It was a

e twisted his hips, stepping inside Crockett's guard. Simultaneously, Brant's right hand sho

o

iolently tearing out of its socke

his head. A high-pitched, inhum

sed his gri

cradled his right arm against his chest, his body convulsing as wave after wave of nauseating agony rad

tangling, and fell hard onto her backside. She scrambled away, her hands scrap

s. She didn't gasp. She watched the precise, brutal efficiency of Brant'

g hadn't even accelerated. He looked down at the man wi

ket of his jacket. He pulled out

ragging the silk over his knuckles and palm, erasi

his face pressed against the di

with shaking hands. "I'm calling the police!" she sobbe

silk square drop. It fluttered in the wind and la

slowly, locking his

t, devoid of any inflection. "Tell them ex

her. Donita scrambled ba

Brant said, the lethal promise hanging heavy in the freezing wind

ent. She clamped her hands over her mouth, violently

nd, ensuring the message was branded

crunching on the asphalt, and pulled open the butterfly do

hut instantly cut off the sound of C

r was thick with the smell of rich leather a

8 engine roared to life, a deep, powerfu

errifying, cold-blooded enforcer vanished.

mble. He reached out and adjusted the climate control, tur

seat. The tension that had coiled in her

ing across her face. "I actually really

, rich sound. He shift

era back into her seat. Through the rearview mirror, she watched the pathetic figures

ue, leaving the decay and hypocri

oad, his large hands resting

Elvera," Bran