Chapter 32

• It was time to return to reality, to the steady burden of responsibility, calculation, and danger. The holiday at Francisco's island estate had come to an end, and with it, the brief illusion of peace both men had indulged in. Victor adjusted his watch as they sat in the private jet’s lounge, waiting for the engines to roar to life and pull them back into the chaos he had been momentarily spared from.
• Francisco looked different now.
• Not in his appearance, but in demeanor. The restless tapping of his fingers and the growing clarity in his gaze told Victor that the man was no longer hiding, no longer running from the weight of decisions and the things he used to fear about the world they were a part of.