CHAPTER 42

“WHEN EVERYTHING HE LOVES BURN.”

The SUV pulled into the old shipping yard just after midnight. The headlights cut through the fog, revealing a tall figure leaning against a rusted container.

Clark didn’t move as the vehicle stopped in front of him. The driver’s door opened, and the man stepped out, dressed in black, clean-cut, confident, and quiet.

“You took your time,” Clark said, voice low, eyes sharp.

The man shut the door without answering. He walked slowly ...