Page 157 of Eight of Swords, Part Two

‘It’s not a good time.’

‘This is urgent, Mr Harker.’

‘Go ahead, then.’

‘Thank you. Overnight, there’s been a serious attack on the Estate. Many of our security team were lost in their efforts to protect the guests and, of course, the children, all of whom are mercifully safe.’

Troy glances at Riley. ‘You need me to send someone?’

‘No. This will require your involvement in a more direct and comprehensive capacity. We’re not dealing with a mere exploded SUV and some frightened teenagers this time.’

‘Well, I’m busy right now.’

‘Your presence wouldn’t be required for a few days.’

‘Fine, then.’

‘Mr Penhalyx will—’

‘Yeah, great.’ Troy ends the call.

His hands grip the wheel, knuckles white.

Riley stares at them.

‘What teenagers?’

‘Just locals who needed to be kept quiet.’

‘Why?’

‘That’s what we do, Riley. That’s what Iron Star is known for.’

‘Iron Star?’

‘It’s the name of our…’ Troy shrugs. ‘Family.’

‘You never told me that before.’

‘I know.’

‘Zachary was family.’

‘Family doesn’t betray its own kind.’

Riley looks away, rests his head against the glass.

‘If you say so.’

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

They weren’t all dead.

One of Troy’s most trusted men drags home a straggler.

The man made it two blocks away with a stomach wound.