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Thankfully, he had some money that would get them started on their new home.
As he was at his cell, he headed in, and that’s when he knew he was fucked.
He felt the hairs on his arms stand, but before he could save himself, someone had their arm around his head, and he felt the cold kiss of blade across his throat.
The blood spattered, and he knew instinctually it was his.
As he fell to the bunk, and was covered with a bunch of blankets, he heard the voice above him.
“You shouldn’t have turned on the boss. He said to save him a room in Hell.”
Well, shit.
Willis Finch had only turned state’s evidence hours ago, and now, today…
He.
Was.
Dead.
Chapter Four
FBI Office
Philadelphia, PA
Saturday
Morning
The only reason that Greyson Croft was working was a situation with one of the agents handling a case, and because he also had paperwork to handle. So, when Gene called, there was no problem with meeting him in-house.
He’d been heading there to catch up, regardless.
Apparently, running this office was a handful, and he was buried up to his eyeballs in red tape.
And reports.
And Issues.
It was non-stop.
Only, he liked being in charge, and the last thing that he wanted was to be another drone for the federal government.
Been there.
Done that.
As a soldier.
When he got the call from Gene that he and Ethan were canceling their trip, honestly, he was befuddled. They had earned that time away, and to cancel it…
It was weird.
It seemed like they just couldn’t leavePhiladelphiano matter how hard they tried.
Case in point?
