Chapter 24

“Not so tough without your backup now,” the foot soldier spat, snorting and panting in his ear. “Are you, Walker?”

Oh, fuck. They knew who he was.

He was as good as dead.

At least Trees had gotten away. There was a chance—albeit a slim one—that his bosses could mount a rescue. The more likely scenario was that they’d recover his body. Someday…maybe. At least they’d know for sure that someone in their ranks was a backstabbing bastard who deserved to be purged.

“Fuck you.” What the hell else could he say?

The pungent weight crushing his ribs laughed. “You will, no doubt, change your tune when you see what we have in store for you… But for now, it is best if you sleep.”

The fat foot soldier on his back twisted to straddle him, then grabbed him by the hair before slamming his head against the pavement a few times. His skull exploded in pain. Blackness swam at the edges of his vision.

His last thought was of Brea. He wished like hell he had a few