Chapter 24 They Won't Ask Questions
- The shooting range was eerily quiet. No shouts. No chaos. Just the distant clang of metal targets and the rhythmic click of a gun being reloaded.
- I stood with my feet shoulder-width apart, a Glock 19 gripped tightly in my hands. Alessio stood behind me, watching. Observing.
- Dante was off to the side, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.