The brothers sat outside Pinky Morris" mansion. Charlie thought about what Darcy had said to him. He didn"t give a s**t who killed Frank Morris. He didn"t even care that Darcy had let him down. The only thing that mattered was getting Rachel back. He glanced at his brother, knowing full well that they were both of the same mind. Darcy, Pinky, Roxy; they were just distractions from the only thing that needed to be done: getting Rachel out of S"aven.
They sat in the darkness, parked up against the walled garden, absorbing the glow from the lit up mansion in front of them. The house was twenty yards from the wall, separated by trees, bushes, and the occasional sculpture. Intermittently shadows would pass by–guards patrolling the grounds, the threatening shape of their guns leaving nothing to
