Chapter 147 Redwood
Redwood
The cell was small, gray, and humming with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. The kind of place meant to break men down with monotony.
Redwood sat on the narrow cot, his posture immaculate, his suit exchanged for prison orange. His wrists bore faint marks from the cuffs, but his smile—his infuriating, patient smile—hadn’t left.
The door opened with a sharp metallic clang. A guard stepped aside, letting a man in a tailored suit walk past without question. No name tag. No introduction. Just authority that filled the room.
The man set a thin folder on the steel table between them. “You’ve made quite the mess.” His tone was calm, but edged with disdain.
Redwood’s lips curved. “Mess?” He tilted his head, eyes glittering. “No. I’ve created an opportunity. They think putting me in chains means the game is over. But you and I both know…” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Luthor is still moving the pieces.”
The man’s expression didn’t change, but his silence said enough.
Redwood chuckled, settling back on the cot. “Tell him I did my part. Tell him they’ll chase shadows while he builds something bigger. And tell him—” His eyes sharpened, cold and bright. “Tell him Harper McKinley has teeth. She’s not to be underestimated.”
For the first time, the man’s mouth twitched, the barest flicker of interest. He picked up the folder and left without a word.
The door clanged shut. Redwood leaned his head back against the wall, smile widening.
“They think they’ve won,” he murmured to the empty room. “But Luthor is already waiting.”