Nathaniel's tapping fingers suddenly froze.

"You've let her slip away, Mr. Ford," the boss said, his face twisted into a taunting smile.

"Scarlett killed my son, and she must pay with her life. If you've got questions for her, Mr. Ford, better ask her fast. Soon, you won't get much out of a dead body."

He was still visibly annoyed that Nathaniel hadn't taken the opportunity to kill her.

But what kind of man is Nathaniel?

He's not one to heed such ...