DAMIEN
I stepped into the car, positioning myself behind with a firm look on my face. My mind was racing, and my heart pounding.
I placed my hand on my phone, trying to reread the message that had sent me into flight and fight mode.
“Tagoe can’t be serious!” I muttered to myself. “He can’t be.”
The minute the last words left my lips John spoke up.
“Is everything all right, sir?”
‘I wish,’ I wanted to say, but I just gave him a simple reply and refocused on what really mattered—the text.
The chance to gloat had slipped away, and the sting of that missed opportunity gnawed at me. There was a nagging feeling in my gut I couldn’t shake, a sense that something was off about the way everything had unfolded.
Not wanting to dwell on my thoughts, I turned my attention outside. The city was
