“But why me? I don’t even own anything of value!” Evan’s voice cracked. Calder’s answer came softly. “Because they need a scapegoat, someone to take the fall and the blame.” Evan’s pulse hammered. Calder’s logic felt twisted yet airtight. But who were these men? More importantly, who was Calder, knowing all this?
Calder observed him. “They think you are the perfect man. You’re harmless and predictable enough. You’ll go down without much of a fight.” The words stung. Harmless. Predictable. Overlooked. Evan felt a strange mix of fear and resentment. Was this why he was caught in the crossfire? Simply because he existed as he did?