Clyde ended the call only after confirming, one by one, that every loose end had been tied up.
The Lobart family had been dealt with. Noas was sitting in a police station cell, stripped of the arrogance he'd worn like a second skin just yesterday. Clyde had also arranged for people to quietly follow the other four men. Not close enough to alert them, not far enough to lose them. A silent net, monitoring every little move.
He stood in the dim hospital corridor, phone still in his hand, the screen dark. His reflection in the glass panel opposite him looked unfamiliar: shoulders stiff, jaw tight, eyes shadowed.
