Vance felt his jaw tighten. “You dragged him into your mess.” Liam shook his head weakly. “Look here, you can’t pretend he wasn’t some innocent kid,” he replied. “He knew the kind of work I did. He chose it too. But I suppose he didn’t choose how it ended.”
“Explain,” Vance said. The word felt heavy and final. Liam’s eyes closed briefly. “The night he died,” he said, “he drove my usual car. Same route. At the same time. I was supposed to be behind that wheel.” Vance felt his heart hammer.