Chapter Seven
SLEEP WAS IMPOSSIBLE THAT night. Pain scratched at the corner of Jack’s eyes, it had been years since he had been awake this long but he hadn’t been back to this area of New York since he was young. His men were watching Kingsley when he loaded his gun and headed out. He’d been ten years old when they had to leave New York. He could still see the black army helicopters over downtown when he was biking home with his friends. They had finished school for the day and Jack knew he had to get home to help his dad down at the fish market. Rush hour meant people stopping to pick up dinner which meant work had to be done quickly. Jack had been with John and Callum and the laughed and whooped as they chased each other on their bikes and skateboard. Jack jumped over obstacles in his p
