Chapter 63

It took Merrick’s breath away. His grip loosened and then Vic pulled away. Vic grabbed him around the neck, then whacked his head against the crate. Dazed, Merrick was trapped with Vic’s hand around his neck.

Vic spit out blood, then wiped his mouth on his sleeve. “You’re my ticket to treasure. You’ll suffer, but you won’t die.”

A gunshot boomed through the warehouse. Vic fell against Merrick, then pulled him to the floor.

Merrick’s gaze locked with Vic’s vacant one.

“Federal Agents!” Agent Squires and six other agents swarmed in the doorway. Squires aimed a gun at Merrick. “Hands up!”

Merrick moved away from Vic, then stood.

Blood soaked the front of Vic’s shirt, his dark eyes fixed in front of him.

Merrick raised his hands. Heat flared across his side. A tear in his shirt was lined with fresh blood.

“Turn and face the crate!”