Roland clenched his jaw, eyes locked on the man bound to the chair.
He saw through the man’s fear, stripping it bare. His father, Russell, had been the same, willing to risk everything to protect his family, even if it meant crossing dangerous lines. Roland understood too well. The loss of a mother, a father drowning in debt, a sister’s future hanging by a thread.
The only difference was that this man was willing to hand him over to killers. He was ready to murder for it.
Roland blinked.
“Please,” the man begged. “Please, you have to forgive me. I didn’t want any of this.”
Roland clenched his jaw tight. “Did you ask why they wanted what they did?” he asked.
The man shook his head quickly. “No,” he stammered. “I didn’t ask. I was too afraid to ask anything. I could hear my little gir
