The cabin's interior was cloaked in tense silence as Simeon stood before the group, his hands still raised, his shadow stretching across the dimly lit room. Scarlett's grip on her pistol didn't waver as her sharp gaze bore into him.
"You want Grayson dead," she said coldly.
"That's not exactly a unique goal these days. Why should I believe you?"
Simeon stepped forward, slowly lowering his hands.
"Because I know where he'll be in forty-eight hours. A meeting with his top lieutenants. It's the perfect opportunity to cripple his operation."
Margot crossed her arms, her skepticism evident.
"And what's your angle? You show up here, uninvited, with a story too convenient to ignore. Forgive us for not rolling out the welcome mat."