Chapter Eighteen
The shock of the show hit hard, as did the revelation it provided. Based as much on instinct as on the hazy footage, I knew the third figure had to be Teach. Everyone knew the man was dangerous—a trained killer—yet the two gunmen had approached as if there they had nothing to fear.
They were fearless because they thought he’d be dead.
My head spun. The bomb wasn’t planted by allies hoping to free Teach. It was set with the intention to kill him. The two goons were sent as failsafes to double-check the job, and maybe put a couple of bullets in the body to make sure. I wondered why but what bothered me more than the circumstances was the man’s ability to survive.
The urge to play the video again was powerful, but it had no more answers to offer. Slipping the phone safely
