Mr. Chapman felt it hit him like a physical force, a terror so sudden and absolute that his knees nearly buckled. He had walked through decades of violence, had ordered men killed without losing a single night's sleep, and yet nothing in his long career had prepared him for what he'd just witnessed. The idea that this kind of fear could come from someone he'd dismissed as insignificant, someone who should have been beneath his notice entirely, made his stomach turn.
But the next heartbeat brought clarity. If he was still standing here when that man reached the VIP box, no number of bodyguards would guarantee his safety.
"We're leaving right now," he said, dragging the back of his hand across his forehead to smear the sweat that had gathered there, and turned to the four men standing rigi
