Two revolvers were pressed firmly against Ethan's head as he stepped out of the house. The cold metal sent a shiver down his spine, but his face betrayed no fear.
Soll's warnings earlier had proven true- these men were after the evidence. The vital proof Soll possessed about Juan's wrongdoings was now a target on both their lives.
"What do you want from me?" Ethan asked, his voice steady yet laced with feigned confusion. "I don't have anything."
"Don't lie!" barked the darker-skinned man, his eyes narrowing. "I saw that old man give you something. Don't play dumb with me!"
Ethan raised his hands slightly, adopting an air of calm innocence. "I swear, I don't know what you're talking about. Go ahead -search me if you don't believe me.”
The man's partner, a lighter-skinned individual wit
