Chapter 273

BEN GREWING BRACED HIS hands on the top of the plastic chest.

Did he dare brave the office?

Were they gone?

If it weren't for the motion sensor cameras he'd had installed in the back stairwell, he'd have never known the FBI were coming. Thanks to the camera feed he'd had about two minutes to slip out of the suite he rented in a small office building and into the neighboring unit in the middle of a remodel.

Why the hell were the FBI raiding his office?

Ben was careful. He had to be. The people he did business with were powerful and dangerous. They also had long arms. Just because he was in the US didn't mean he was out of their reach.

What time was it?

His phone had died around five o'clock, but he'd heard enough movement in the hall to keep him where he was. He couldn't stay here forever.

Word of this raid would get out and then a lot of people were going to be looking for answers.

Shit.

This was the worst timing.