The ride back from the harbor felt quieter than any funeral. Nobody celebrated or talked about surviving another firefight or even complained about their injuries.
Every conversation kept circling back to one thing. The ledger. Razor had it and that single fact changed everything.
The book contained names powerful enough to destroy governments, criminal organizations and entire careers. And now the one man who enjoyed chaos more than power had complete control over it.
Nobody slept much that night but by sunrise another safehouse had become Devil’s Hollow headquarters and the atmosphere inside the old warehouse felt heavier than ever.
Vincent occupied a small office in the back corner under stand guard.
Crow hated the arrangement and Bones hated it more.
Torch mostly complained
