Chapter 24
“ T he Danes told him,” the man said.
“So, your anonymous phone call worked.”
“I told you, he needed to live.”
“Fine. You were right. And now Jacob Dane gets a front row seat to his family’s destruction.”
“Exactly,” the man sitting at the small table outside a nondescript cafe said.
“Very well. Proceed.”
The call ended, and the point man for The Vanguard finished his coffee before leaving a tip and disappearing into Charleston traffic.
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