"Move out of the way!"
The thug barked as he violently shoved a middle-aged man aside.
The man stumbled forward, barely managing to keep himself from crashing onto the pavement.
He didn't even look back.
Right now… That wasn't his biggest problem.
His trembling fingers hurriedly dialed the same number again as his eyes darted nervously over his shoulder every few seconds.
Two men dressed in black were following him from a distance.
Not too close. Not too far.
Close enough to make sure he couldn't escape.
"Pick up... please pick up..." he muttered under his breath.
His fingers shook so badly that he almost dropped the phone.
He had only returned to the city a few hours ago.
After six long years… Six years of hiding.
Six years ago, he'd witnessed a brutal murder.
He hadn't stay
