“Worse. Disappeared. No body, no ransom, no police report that goes anywhere. Her apartment was cleaned—not robbed, cleaned . Like a surgical strike on her entire existence.” Leo’s hands were steady, but his voice cracked slightly on the last sentence. “I started asking questions. Then men in dark sedans started following me. Two days ago, they cornered me in a parking garage in Baltimore. I left one of them with a broken arm and the other with a concussion. I’ve been running since.”
Scott set the rag down. “Who’s asking?” Gunner Scott And Leo Stone
Neither man spoke. They didn’t need to. They understood each other now—two ghosts in a world that had tried to bury them, heading into the teeth of the storm because the only thing worse than dying was doing nothing at all. “Worse