C142 TOUGH MEAT.

Ethan stepped out of Brandon’s apartment, the late afternoon sun harsh against his skin. His footsteps moved in the stillness, each step deliberate as he braced himself. At the end of the driveway, the black van waited, just like the phone call had said. A few of his security men stood nearby, Carter at the forefront, arms crossed over his chest.

As Ethan approached, Carter moved in