Chapter 1 - The Descent into CrestwoodThe black Maybach sliced past the Crestwood welcome sign at breakneck speed. The salty sea wind lashed against the windows, but inside the cabin, the atmosphere was colder and heavier than any offshore storm.
Knox Castellano hadn't uttered a single word since receiving the photograph. His amber eyes were as sharp as a razor blade under the dashboard's dim glow. In the passenger seat, Marcus—his loyal right-hand man—bent down to check the digital tablet screen.
"Boss, Caesar's collar tracker is pinging from a small diner on the outskirts: Ashford’s Diner. Someone anonymously uploaded security footage from an employee's phone. The local sheriff and the Whitmore family... they're inside."
"They're dead men walking," Knox said, his voice deep and flat like the surface of a frozen lake before a gale. "Clean out the trash."
