HANNAH
One of the perks of being imprisoned by your enemy is that you learn their weaknesses. All of them. Or at least most of them.
When you are dealing with a cunning man like Dawson, who always covered his tracks, even the slightest, seemingly unimportant detail was enough. Seeing me as a nobody, as too weak to ever be a threat to them, Dawson and Asher had never really taken plans to hide details of their movement from me when I was imprisoned by them.
Few people knew that Dawson was a golf addict. Every Thursday, without fail, even though there were so many important pack businesses to attend to, he played golf at his favourite golf course, a fancy place that allowed only the very rich and VIP clients to step foot into its walls.
Too bad for him that I knew exactly where the golf
