CHAPTER 28: Rot In Hell Old Man

MARCUS’S POV

The warehouse stank of blood, piss, and motor oil. Perfect ambiance for the work at hand.

I stood at the window of the second-floor office, watching the sun rise over the industrial district. It was pretty, in its own way.

It was the kind of morning that made men think about second chances and fresh starts.

I didn’t believe in second chances.

The door opened behind me. The footsteps were light. It seems the kid had learned some caution, at least.

“Boss?” Danny’s voice was young, and uncertain. “You wanted to see me?”

I turned slowly, letting him sweat for a moment. He was twenty, maybe twenty-one. Scrawny. And very nervous.

This was the kid who’d let Rylan escape a week ago.

“Come here,” I said.

Danny approached like he was walking to the gallows. His hands were shaking.

I let the silence stretch, watching him squirm. Then I smiled.

“Good work.”

He blinked. “Sir?”

“I said good work.” I moved past him to the desk, picked up a small black device no bigger than a quarter. “