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Sean lowers his weapon.

“You want the ledger.”

“I want Sage.”

“You’re not getting either.”

“Then Frank dies.”

“No,” Sean says. “You do.”

Patrick laughs.

“You won’t risk the shot.”

“I don’t have to.”

A truck engine roars behind the loading building.

Patrick looks toward the sound.

That is his mistake.

Frank drops his head and slams it backward into Patrick’s face.

A shot fires into the ceiling.

Sean moves.

He crosses the distance in two strides and hits Patrick hard enough to send the gun across the floor.

Frank falls with the chair.

Kane enters from the side door.

Holt comes through the rear.

Patrick reaches for a knife.

Sean kicks it away.

Then he drives Patrick facedown onto the concrete.

“Where is Navarro?”

Patrick laughs through the blood running from his nose.

Sean pulls one arm behind his back.

“Where is he?”

“You’re too late.”

“For what?”

“The locker.”

My chest turns cold.