Chapter Fourteen
Jason Chastain
Jason hadn’t been aware of just how highly he’d been strung until he pulled the twins’ vehicle to a stop outside their house. He switched off the engine, then let out a gust of breath and slumped over the steering wheel, willing his pounding heart to slow to a more normal rhythm. He wasn’t even sure why he’d got so wound up over retrieving a damn car, particularly since, given the goons had taken off of their own accord, it had been a piece of piss. After a quick but thorough check to ensure it hadn’t been bugged or sabotaged, and that the surrounding area was clear, he and Smith had been on their way.
And now here they were. He lifted his head to see Smith had parked the hire car on the right of Jota’s vehicle, whereas his own stood to its left. Hmm, mig
