Carver

Epilogue II

“I fucking knew it,” Carver mumbled when he was alone in his office.

He’d known something was coming. He just didn’t think it’d be Sapphire who’d get caught in the crossfire.

Without hesitating to think it through, Carver picked up his phone. He had another favor to call in.

Tank answered with a deep sigh. “Let me guess: You need a favor?”

“You still owe me, asshole. And this time it’s for more than me.”

“Alright then. Tell me the deal so we can get started. Chance hates when I’m late for dinner.”