year-old Scotch. The ice clinked softly as he swirled it, the amber liquid catching the light like molten gold. Beh

had people for that. But he gave the orders, signed the checks, tied the knots. That's what the Jayson family had been a loose end.

was untyin

captured everything his face, his drink, the careless smirk that curled his lips. Sign

ted beam. Matherson adjusted the zoom on his scope, tracking Voss's every movement. He wasn't here

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by the fire that had devoured his childhood home. It had survived, just like him. It was all that remained of his father'

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t toast to nothing, took a sip,

dy begun. He just