Book Seven: Chapter 143

Darius stood with Cyrus. “You will be far more comfortable where you’re going. Dirk?”

The man appeared as if from nowhere, causing Cyrus to flinch. Dirk looked at Cyrus, then back at Darius. “Did he sign on?”

“He did.” Darius handed over the binder.

“Welcome aboard. Some of the guys speak highly of you.” Dirk gestured toward the exit. “This way, please.”

Cyrus was led to the driveway where a dark suburban idled. It occurred to him as he got in the passenger door that maybe this was an elaborate trap to take him somewhere else and kill him off, but Darius could have accomplished the same thing by having Elizabeth put a bullet in his face. Behind him, the vehicle was packed with several boxes, stacked up nearly to the roof. When Dirk got into the driver seat, Cyrus turned to the man.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“You’ll see when we get there.” Dirk started the car and put it in drive. As they pulled off of the lawn, Cyrus noticed a trio of arm