The few men looked at one another before shaking their heads.
“We don’t know,” one of them admitted. “Even though we used to follow Jason, he never treated us like his own people.”
“Then who else would know?” Martin pressed.
Another man shook his head. “Only his closest men—Jason didn’t trust anyone. Not us, not even most of his lieutenants. Those prisoners, and the others he captured—only his inner circle knew where they were kept.”
“Yeah,” a third added. “We barely ever saw them. He kept that place secret.”
Martin clenched his jaw. “Damn it… that bastard still had a backup plan.”
Before he could say more, someone in the crowd shouted, “Jason’s running for it!”
No one knew whether it came from one of Jason’s old men or Liam’s, but the effect was instant—every head turned toward the
