Chapter - 267
The voice on the other end darkened, the laughter gone. "Calm down, Mr. Smith.
We're not playing games. Unlike the police, we work in the shadows. We see everything that happens in the darkness. And we know you're the one who tried to have your son killed."
Smith's breath caught in his throat, and his body went stiff. "What… what do you want?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper now, terror setting in.
The voice continued, "We've got more than enough proof. You met Jed in that bar, showed him Rick's photo, paid him. And don't forget the supermarket. We've got photos of everything. Rick's car, you and him tampering with it—everything."
His terror turned into full-blown panic. His mind raced, every word from the voice dragging him further into a pit of fear. His pulse pounded in his ears. What the hell do they want?