The realization hit the leader of the ambush like a splash of ice water. He paused, his imposing silhouette framed by the harsh glare of the headlights. He had been careful to modulate his voice, dropping it an octave, adding a gravelly rasp to disguise his identity. How in the hell had this kid recognized him?
But Blaze was a professional. He didn’t waste time dwelling on the mistake. The element of surprise was gone, but the advantage of overwhelming force remained. He didn't bother denying it. Instead, he made a sharp, cutting gesture with his hand, signaling the men standing behind him.
"Change of plans," Blaze growled, his voice now stripped of the theatrical disguise, cold and efficient. "Don't kill him yet. Cripple one of his legs first. Make sure he can't walk. As for the two wom
