Chapter 77 Face to Face

(Augustin's POV)

I pin Harlan's phone hand against the car door before he can send the next word.

"Who are you writing to?"

"The men inside, sir." Harlan doesn't pull away. Fifteen years, and he still doesn't flinch when I take hold of him. "Checking the exits. I told you I wanted every door cove...

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