Two prospects dragged him from the room immediately while tension stayed thick enough to choke on.
Wrong suspect. Which somehow made everything worse.
Because now paranoia started crawling through the room like smoke.
Nobody trusted anyone completely anymore.
Three days later another shipment vanished. No bodies this time. Not ambush. Just gone.
“How the f**k does this keep happening?” Crow yelled slamming his beer bottle against the bar enough ernough to shatter the bottle.
“Routes are getting leaked before trucks even leave.” Wire said looking exhausted behind his laptop.
“Someone’s selling us out.” Torch said rubbing both hands down his face.
Nobody disagreed, meanwhile I started carrying a gun everywhere. Not because Knox told me to. Because surviving around Devil’s Hollo
