The black SUV sped after us, its headlights glaring through the darkness as our convoy raced down the deserted road.Sniper, who was behind the wheel, gritted his teeth as he swerved around potholes, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.“We have company,” Zeek said, looking through the rearview mirror.I was seated in the middle row beside Death, who was still restrained. I let out a frustrated sigh.“Of course we do. Henry Carter is faster than I thought. Did you honestly think I was going to be allowed to leave peacefully?”Death snickered.I turned toward him and landed a hard punch across his face, breaking his nose.“I think you need to shut the fuck up!” I shouted.“Well, it seems today is actually the day it ends,” Death said, blood dripping from his nose. “You’re nothing but a little boy whining about the death of a parent you’ve imagined.”His words were harsh, but I said nothing.I looked through the rear window again, making sure the SUV wasn’t getting too close.“The

The DPO looked at me and then back at the recording playing repeatedly in front of him.“And you are sure this is legit?” he asked as he pressed the pause button.“I have my source. All I need is for you to have them arrested,” I said confidently.I looked at the DPO and could see the hesitation in his eyes.I knew Henry and Dylan had men in higher places. Men who could make them boycott the law with just a single snap of their fingers.But I was ready to fight, even if it meant taking this to the highest level.I was going to give it everything.“Fine. Can I have the recording?” the DPO asked.I furrowed my eyebrows.“Why? I expect you to issue an arrest warrant and have your men out there to arrest Dylan Mathews,” I snapped at the man seated behind the polished desk.“You need to relax, Mr. Jason. Things are not done that way. It is a gradual process,” he replied.“What? Are you telling me this is useless even after you are convinced that they murdered my parents?”“This is a long-t