The first sign that Whitfield knew arrived in the form of a phone call to Preacher's private line, a number known only to a handful of trusted contacts, which made the caller's identity considerably more alarming than the message itself.
"Mr. Whitfield would like to extend an invitation," Preacher relayed grimly once the call had ended, the club's leadership gathered in urgent, focused response. "A private meeting, his terms, ostensibly to discuss 'mutual business interests' before this situation, in his words, 'gets unnecessarily complicated.'"
"He knows we've identified him," Gideon said, jaw tight.
"He knows," Preacher confirmed. "Which means our window for building an ironclad case just narrowed considerably. Men like Whitfield don't wait patiently once they understand they're expos
