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
me
tr
sw
by the fire that had devoured his childhood home. It had survived, just like him. It was all that remained of his father'
wasn't what Ma
ed them
The echoing emptiness of loss. The clawing, relent
Voss. All
by
t toast to nothing, took a sip,
dy begun. He just