At this moment, Ethan had successfully caught the man who had planned to start a fire at the Evans’ home.
The would-be arsonist struggled in Ethan’s strong metal-like grip as he was handed over to Max.
“Make sure he talks, Max,” Ethan said in a cold tone. “Get him to spill everything. I want the name of the person who sent him to kill Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans, and my daughter.”
Max nodded before taking the man by the arm and dragging him away.
Ethan balled his fist as he watched them go. Whoever had dared to threaten his family was going to pay, and he trusted Max to get the answers he needed.
Still holding the gallon of gasoline the man had planned to use, Ethan was about to dispose it when he heard the front door open.
He turned, and to his surprise, saw Mrs. Evans and Mr. Evans st
