Evan ducked low as Calder’s silhouette moved through the haze, relentlessly hunting the last loose end connecting him to his crime. “Come back!” Calder shouted. “You don’t know what you’re holding!” Evan realized that Calder only wanted to destroy the evidence and escape. But now, it was too late.
Agents pushed deeper, cornering Calder between two units. “You can’t run,” one yelled. Calder fired again, voice hoarse. “You think you can run?” he spat. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with!” Evan watched, shaking. Calder spoke of his father with bitterness and revenge.