Chapter 257

SCOTT'S HANDS SHOOK. HIS stomach churned. Sweat soaked the back of his shirt.

The suburban houses passed in a blur.

The soldier boy knew.

How the fuck did he know?

Scott had covered his tracks. Nothing should be able to connect him with his handle. He'd been careful. So how had the idiot figured it out and not Brat?

It was over. This whole ruse was done for. When they got back to the condo, he'd go out for something...and never come back. He'd found Brat once, he could find her again.

A phone rang and Scott started.

Goon #1 answered his cell, one hand on the wheel. His side of the conversation was monosyllabic.