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That’s right, asshole. I’ve got you.
He pressed his foot to the floor, hitting the guy’s pickup with his GT. The pickup skidded, but the driver maintained control.
When a dead end became visible ahead, Liam waited, staying close, knowing the guy would have no choice but to turn left or right.
The second he started to turn right, Liam yanked his wheel and shot forward, hitting the side of the pickup midturn, hard enough that the vehicle spun out, hit the curb, and overturned before smashing into a building.
Liam was out with his Glock in under a second. When he threw open the driver’s-side door, the guy tried haphazardly to lift a pistol, but Liam grabbed his wrist and squeezed so hard that a bone snapped. The guy cried out, pistol dropping.
Liam hauled him out and pressed him against the truck, muzzle of the Glock to his head. “Who are you?”
The guy groaned, blood dripping from his temple. “I hit my fucking head!”
Liam pressed the muzzle of the gun harder to the guy’s skull, voice lowering. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you answer every goddamn question I ask. The hard way? I hurt you. Broken bones are only the start of the pain I can cause. Do you understand?”
“That’s why I joined this organization,” the guy sneered. “You’re a fucking monster! An abomination!”
“You’re right. I am. I’m the worst fucking nightmare you’ll ever come across. But only to people who wrong me—and that’syou. Now who the fuck are you?”
The shooter’s chest heaved with his rapid breaths, the hate in his eyes so thick, Liam could almost feel it.
“Alex Page,” he finally growled.
“Who were you shooting at in the coffee shop?” Liam had Jason’s confirmation, but he wanted this guy to admit it. He needed to hear the words out loud.
“I was ordered to shoot and kill Nylah Walker.” Ice dripped through Liam’s veins. “I was sent a photo so I’d know what she looked like. And I was told exactly where she’d be sitting.”
The asshole who’d sent this guy had known where she’d besitting? “When did you get the order?”
“Half an hour ago.”
Liam breathed through his rage, running every word over in his head. Trying to make sense of it. “How did Hawk know where she’d be?”
“How the hell should I know? I don’t know how he getsanyinformation. I just know that, out of everyone, he wants you dead the most. And he’ll do anything to accomplish that.”
Liam ground his teeth. “You’re willing to kill an innocent woman without knowing why?”
“Idoknow why. I’m not gonna just shoot some random person.”
Liam frowned, muscles tensing. The moron shot into a coffee shop—hecouldhave killed a random customer. “Why?” The guy started to sag in his hold, but Liam shoved him against the truck harder. “Why?”
“He said she can expose our leader’s identity and destroy everything we’ve worked toward.”
The air stalled in Liam’s lungs.
No. That wasn’t possible. If she knew who Hawk was, she’d have told him. Hell, she would have exposed him at her first opportunity.
Cars pulled up behind him. He glanced over to see not only Tyler and Flynn but also the damn police. Fuck! Someone local must have called.
He moved back and let the police swoop in, taking Page with them. Tyler and Flynn came to stand beside him.
“He give you anything worthwhile?” Flynn asked quietly.
Anger and confusion swirled inside him. “Someone knew exactly where Nylah was sitting in the coffee shop, down to her table. They gave Page the information half an hour ago.”
Tyler frowned. “So either someone was watching her, or—”
“Someone she knows is part of this,” Liam finished, hating every fucking word from his mouth. “Someone who saw her this morning, in the coffee shop.”
