Chapter 15
The harsh white beam of the tactical spotlight illuminated the interior of the moving freight car like an interrogation room.
Vance stood in the doorway, his expensive charcoal suit ruined by the mud and rain, a cold, triumphant smile twisting his lips.
"End of the line, Jax," Vance shouted over the deafening clatter of the train wheels against the steel tracks. "Hand over the drive, and maybe I'll let the boy walk."
Jax gently lowered Sarah's head onto the wooden floorboards, standing up slowly to block Vance's view of Leo, who cowered behind him, clutching his mother's coat.
Jax’s face was a mask of cold, terrifying fury—the rage of a man who had lost everything twice and had nothing left to fear.
"You killed her," Jax said, his voice terrifyingly calm, cutting through the roaring wind.
"She was a liability, just like you," Vance replied smoothly, raising his weapon and taking a step inside the swaying freight car. "Now, give me the drive, Jax. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
Jax slowly reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the small silver flash drive and holding it up where Vance could see the metallic glint in the spotlight.
"Here it is, Vance," Jax said, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. "All the proof. All the blood on your hands."
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Vance’s eyes locked onto the drive, his greed momentarily blinding him to the danger in Jax's posture. He stepped entirely inside the doorway, lowering his guard by a fraction of an inch t
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