The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1052

"Is it handled?" the driver asked in a low hum, his voice distorted by an electronic scrambler.

"Yeah."

The masked man gave a curt reply and reached up, pulling the silver metal away from his face. Even in the dim light of the car, his features remained obscured in the shadows, revealing only the sharp, unforgiving line of his jaw.

"Let's go. On to the next stop."

The sedan accelerated smoothly, blending into the midnight traffic and disappearing into the city.

Back at the Sherwood Group headquarters, the fire in the sealed panic room was rapidly spiraling out of control. Thick, black smoke began seeping through the edges of the bookcase and hidden ventilation shafts. Soon after, the building's fire alarms shattered the silence. By the time the fire department arrived, every piece of leverage Fitch had hidden away was nothing but ash.

...

Interrogation Room.

Fitch had no idea his insurance policy was gone. He was still waiting for the masked man to save him, completely unaware that he had just been discarded—and that all their shared secrets had literally gone up in smoke.

When Callahan Langley stepped out, the heavy iron door slammed shut, leaving Fitch completely alone in the stark, echoing room.

Panic, raw and uncontrollable, clawed its way up his throat.

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