The drive up the mountain was long and quiet.

Jay sat in the back of the armored SUV with Jeff and two of their best shooters. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the handle of his gun. He acted cold and looked well-controlled. But his mind wasn't on the mission.

It was on Jack.

He hadn't seen him since the meeting. Not without an audience and not without their fathers watching like snakes waiting to strike. Jay hasn't had a decent sleep since their meeting; his mind was always on Jack, ...