Chapter 12

Rowan's heart felt like it was being shredded alive, torn apart piece by piece. Suddenly, he turned around and faced Calvin. His hand gripped Calvin's arm, tight and burning with rage. "Bring them to me," he ordered, voice low and deadly. Calvin had been waiting for this. He didn't bother replying. He just turned and stormed out. … In the dead of night, deep within the underground holding cell, screams echoed against the stone walls. The women who had brutalized Joanna were now strung up by their wrists, suspended in the air, their blood dripping down to pool on the concrete floor. One of them shrieked, "It wasn't us! We were just paid to do it." "That's right. It was the woman by your side, Mr. Swanson. She said if we did the job well and made it clean, she'd help get us out early!" "We have proof! We recorded everything. If you don't believe us, we'll play it for you." They were barely clinging to life, breaths shallow and ragged. But even on the edge of death, they weren