Military posture.
But fear in his eyes now.
Russ yanks the rifle from his hands and kicks it aside.
Adam crouches in front of him.
“Let’s start simple,” Adam says calmly.
“Who sent you?”
The man shakes his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Adam sighs.
“I always love that answer.”
Russ leans closer.
“You showed up in tactical gear and started shooting.”
“Kind of limits your options here.”
The man glances between us.
Then his eyes land on me.
And something shifts in his expression.
Recognition.
Adam notices immediately.
“You know him.”
The man hesitates.
Then mutters quietly.
“Yeah.”
I step closer.
“From where?”
He swallows.
“You’re Boone Grant.”
“Correct.”
“And?”
Another hesitation.
Then he says something that makes the entire parking lot go silent.
