Demolition Before the Bloom

his heel down.

“Our deal,” Henderson repeated softly. It wasn’t a question. It was an epitaph.

Henderson raised his hand and pointed a single, trembling finger directly at David’s chest.

“Take his phone,” Henderson ordered the guards, his voice devoid of all warmth. “Take his wallet. Take his keys. And if he speaks one more word to Samuel Clark’s daughter,continue reading …