Paul’s POV
Jackson trailed behind Becky across the gateway. My teeth closed at the sight of him, making my nerves tense instinctively. Once a friend and comrade, the man had turned from allegiance to Joan to become a snake. Seeing him here with Becky felt like a betrayal I was not ready for.
"What's he doing here?" Unable to quell the anger in my voice, I persisted.
Becky cast a wary yet determined glance toward Jackson. Paul, he led me to freedom. We must get him. Joan is not acting alone; someone else is tugging the ropes; he knows more than he is exposing.
Jackson headed forward, hands up as if he were giving up. "I'm not here to start problems." I made mistakes; with Joan, I was corrected. You want my help pulling her down.
Glancing at Jackson's face, I searched for any sign of di
