Chapter 104 Burn The Map

• The map sprawled across the safehouse table is stained with coffee, blood, and a smear of something no one wants to identify. Bishop leans over it, finger tracking along the side of the state line while Decker lights a cigarette with a flick of his scarred thumb.
• “We can’t stay on the East Coast. Not with how fast Moretti’s network runs,” Bishop mutters, tapping twice on a county no one’s heard of. “Too many eyes. Too many favors he can cash in.”
• Decker exhales a lazy ribbon of smoke. “So we do Midwest? Or you wanna go full mountain-man and bury us in Colorado again?”