An agent shouted, “Game’s up, Calder! Drop him!” Calder tightened his grip, voice shaking. “You don’t understand, Evan. I didn’t mean to kill him. He forced my hand. We were friends once. I did my best. I promise.” Evan went rigid. Kill him. Him—his father. His father hadn’t died in a car crash then?!
The agents closed in. Calder dragged Evan toward the back exit, gun now in his hand. “He wouldn’t disclose where he hid the documents, what could I do?” Calder said, almost pleading. “He made me choose. You hide the truth, or you die for it.” Evan stared at him in horror. His father had chosen the latter.