Trick didn’t like the confidence in the man’s voice. He knew the odds looked to be terribly against them, but they had overcome worse. Peter Saaboye wasn’t just going to squash them under his foot like irritating small bugs.
And he wasn’t the only one who thought that. “Your plan already failed when you kept us alive,” Edward gritted out. “You are the one who’s going to die. Not us.”
Trick listened to the calm footsteps as Peter walked around until he was standing on their side and he could finally see the man. Peter was dressed as smartly and simply as the time they had met at the church weeks ago. With a white button-down under a blue striped cardigan and black pants, the man truly looked like nothing more than a simple pastor spreading the gospel and not a criminal mastermind dealing
