JAXON
Golf estate.
It’s not exactly an estate, but it did earn its name for various reasons. The outskirts of Durmont feel like another world entirely.
It’s dark, quiet, and almost forgotten.
Only a twisted f**k like the man I’m about to deal with would want to be anywhere around here.
There are almost no signs of life. Which is to be expected. It leaves me feeling like he’s played a cruel trick on us.
I press the phone closer to my mouth, lowering my voice to a whisper.
“This place looks dead. There’s not a single sound.”
Ronan’s voice is sharp and steady in my ear.
“And that’s exactly what he needs. Stay alert. There’s no way of knowing what he’s planned.”
I glance at the girls walking behind me and signal for them to close in.
We parked our bikes a few blocks away from
