Chapter 108

• Several bodyguards rushed at Sullivan, clawing for his shoulders to drag him from the doorway. Their moves were way sharper than the rent-a-cops before—real trained fighters, no doubt.
• All four latched onto his shoulders and arms, but their faces twisted in an instant. They clenched their teeth till their jaws popped, veins bulging, sweat beading on their foreheads. They threw everything they had at it—and still couldn’t budge Sullivan an inch.
• “That it?”