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“Ask your buddy Marshall. He figured it out,” he said with a smirk.

“Dude, I’m not going to waste my time with you,” said Kiel. “We’d all love a shot at you. Just tell us what you know.”

“Please. I’m not some rookie you can intimidate. You guys are for justice. You’re not killers. You don’t have it within you.”

“Wanna bet?” came a dark voice behind him.

He turned to see an image he’d encountered once before. Leif Frode. Smart enough to swallow his comments, he just stared up at the giant. When his phone rang, Sor gripped it, stripping it from his hand.

“Yeah?” he growled.

“Is it done? Do you have the woman?” Sor frowned, feeling as though he knew that voice.

“No.”

“Get the fucking woman! We need her to get to him. Never mind. I’ll send someone else.”

“You do, and they’ll be just as dead as he is,” said Sor. There was silence on the other end of the line, then a soft chuckle.

“I should have known he wouldn’t get past all of you. He thought he could, but there’s no fucking way. Did you kill him?”

“Not yet. But I will.”

“Well, don’t be too pissed at him. I offered a lot of money for him to kill you. Even planted those pics in your cabin so I could frame you for the whole damn thing.”

“We’ll find you, DeWitt. We’ll find you and stop whatever bullshit you’re doing in Cambodia.”

“Oh, Cambodia is just baby shit,” he laughed. “What I’ve got going on will go down as the most inventive moneymaker in history.”

“You’re pretty confident with yourself. Don’t get too comfortable. I’m coming for you.” DeWitt laughed, the others staring at Sor.

“Come and get me, Sor. You’ll be sorry. But then again, you’re always sorry. You’re on your own, Bach. Good luck.”

The line went dead, and Bach stared at the men around the room.

“I’m ready to talk.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Listen, I was never in Cambodia. I’m a hired gun for DeWitt,” said Bach.

“I don’t give a fuck,” said Hex. “You’re as guilty as he is. You need to start telling me something useful, or we’re done here.”

“Fine. DeWitt has been trying to get rid of Marshall and Sor for two years now. You guys were in Cambodia two years ago helping with a tsunami or some shit,” he mumbled.

“I remember that,” frowned Sor. “We were moving children to camps because most of their parents had been out fishing the day the tsunami happened. We got them to camps further inland until someone could come for them.”

“That’s what you thought.”

“What the fuck do you mean? That’s what we did,” said Sor.

“DeWitt was the one that took the kids to the camps, right?” Sor stared at him with a sudden realization. “He was the one who generously offered to take all the beautiful little children to safety while you all continued to help the others. You should have known he wasn’t that good. There is nothing good about him.”

“Or you, apparently,” said Nell. The man stared at her, pissed at first, then grinding his teeth nodded.

“You might be right about that. I’m not the best man alive, but I’m not DeWitt.”

“What about the kids? What was he doing?” asked Sor.

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