Chapter 52

• An hour later, we were gathered in Theron’s study. With us were two men his attorney, Mr. Cassian Whitmore, and the man who’d called earlier, Lazaro Flint. Mr. Whitmore was spearheading the private case against Ansel. Though the matter had been formally taken up by law enforcement and the DA’s office, Theron confided that without outside support, the case would likely collapse. Thankfully, Mr. Whitmore had influential contacts in both the NYPD and the prosecutor’s office, and had agreed to lend his weight determined to see Ansel behind bars.
• But it was the other man who drew my full attention.
• Theron described Mr. Flint as a military specialist, someone he reached out to for what he cryptically called “a special kind of approach.” I didn’t understand what that meant until the man himself walked in. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and radiated an unmistakable aura of danger. A two-millimeter buzz cut framed his square jaw, and a thick scar ran from his chin down his throat another sliced beneath his left eye. He looked like he’d been carved out of steel and tempered in combat. Clad in fitted black pants, a snug T-shirt that hugged a chiseled torso, and a sleek suit jacket, he resembled a well-dressed weapon.