The snow fell in thick flakes across the darkened road as Jack assessed the situation. These weren't ordinary thugs like those who had attacked Sarah earlier—their positioning, their stealth, the way they moved through the trees with practiced precision—these were professionals.
"Someone paid a lot for this kind of talent," Jack said quietly, his breath creating small clouds in the frigid air. "These aren't street criminals—they're trained killers."
William's face was grim in the dim light. "Victor spares no expense when it comes to revenge."
"Victor?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "The same name you mentioned in the car."
William nodded, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the headlights. "Victor Krane. We were once friends—business partners even. But that was thirty years ago."
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