"What's wrong?" Damon scowled, his laughter giving way to mistrust.
The guy remained silent. When he did speak, it was in a tight, urgent voice. "They are present, the law enforcement agency. They monitored the movement of funds."
Damon's arrogant frontage gave a start. With a pulsating vein in his temple, he muttered curses beneath his breath. As the brothers locked eyes, a wordless struggle of wills raged between them, and the air crackled with tension.
Angela, briefly disoriented, observed the spectacle with a combination of fear and bewilderment. These dudes were who? What brought her here? She had a terrifying realization. The funds that were transmitted had to originate from Carl's business. Was she involved in their financial problems in any way?
The anxious stillness was brok
