Epilogue
Two days later…
As of three days ago, Roland Teach had become a wanted man. Though this was nothing new. Teach still wasn’t exactly sure what had been going on at the ransom drop off in the power station, but it didn’t matter. The job was complete, and he was nothing if not a professional.
Teach sat on the bed of a rundown motel. A two-star dive complete with shabby carpets, worn decorations, and even more worn-out staff. On the tatty bed beside him, there were two cases. One was a small pack containing a few changes of immaculately folded clothes. He’d been on the move ever since his job at the power station—standard operating procedure after a job. He found the routine of changing location and identity familiar and comforting; a clean slate every time.
In the second case, no
