Luciano Brown:

"Pull him up higher," I said, watching as my men tied the ropes tighter, stretching the man’s arms so far I thought they might pop out of their sockets. He was hanging between two poles, his feet barely touching the ground.

The guy—mid-forties, balding, shaking—used to work for me. He wasn’t anything special, just another guy who knew how to follow orders. Until he didn’t.

He ran.

Who runs from me?

“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” I asked, walking ...