Ben's POV
Just when I had texted Stanley that the security was clear, I saw them. The black car in my rearview mirror froze me in my seat. My pulse spiked, and my hands tightened on the wheel like iron clamps.
Croft’s security. They were close, too close. And if they got any closer, Stanley’s plan would crumble. Worse… it would turn into a bloodbath.
The other staff in the car were oblivious, chatting idly, humming to themselves, completely unaware that the storm was about to break around them. I couldn’t risk speaking on the phone; my words would be overheard. I had to act fast.
Sliding my hand into my jacket pocket, I pulled out the burner phone I had hidden there. My fingers trembled as I typed the message to the men waiting for me on the lonely road.
“Croft security on route. If
