Nobody breathed.
The angry man’s face changed for just a second.
Just a second.
But Cole saw it.
“What did you say?” Cole asked quietly.
The little boy was shaking.
“He’s Mommy’s boyfriend,” Noah whispered. “Dad died.”
Silence.
The woman covered her mouth and started crying.
The man’s eyes suddenly became cold.
“You little liar!”
He rushed forward.
Bad decision.
Two bikers stepped in front of him instantly.
“Sit down,” one growled.
The man tried pushing again—
Then sirens echoed in the distance.
Police.
The woman suddenly screamed:
“WAIT!”
Everyone turned.
She dropped to her knees beside Noah.
“Noah…” she whispered. “Your backpack.”
The boy looked confused.
“My backpack?”
She grabbed it with shaking hands and opened the front zipper.
Cole stared.
Inside were stacks of cash.
Passports.
And a small black phone.
The woman started crying harder.
“He wasn’t chasing us for Noah.”
Cole frowned.
“Then why?”
She looked up.
“Because I took evidence.”
Cole slowly picked up the phone.
The screen lit up.
Video files.
Dozens of them.
And at the top—
One name.
Cole’s face drained of color.
Because he knew that name.
Very well.
