Chapter 1807

Tommy was stunned. Just moments ago, he thought Matthew had frozen up in fear. But now he realized that Matthew had not hesitated out of fear. He had been ready to kill. The memory of how Matthew used to take lives with ease and precision suddenly made Tommy feel ridiculous for even thinking such a man could be scared. This was a guy who killed like it was nothing, like slicing bread. And yet, somehow, Tommy had thought he would panic. If there was fear involved, it was always on the other side—the enemy's. Tommy chuckled and said, "I was wrong. We're not going to Clinton's anymore. But are we still meeting here?" Matthew nodded. "Of course we are. Clinton might go back on his word, but I won't." Tommy and Marion both nodded, set a time, and then everyone headed home. Two days later, the morning sun blazed like fire. But as soon as noon passed, the wind picked up out of nowhere. Dark clouds rolled in from the west, swallowing up the sky. Dust swirled everywhere, stinging their