CHAPTER 11: DAWN OF RECKONING
We raced back to the compound before the first pale streak of light even touched the tops of the pine trees. Every second felt like it was burning away, like the fuse on a stick of dynamite.
Bren sat at the heavy oak table in the club meeting room, hands loosely cuffed in front of him, his face pale and streaked with dirt and regret. He’d told us everything — Julian’s final plan was already locked in. Three tons of industrial explosive planted deep in the support beams of Blackpine Bridge, timed to blow exactly at dawn. News crews and state troopers were staged ten miles down the highway, waiting for the blast. Fake evidence — cartel documents, illegal weapons, and ledger pages — had already been stashed in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, all sta
