Following the night at Miss Claire's, the days passed without much of worth going on.
Don informed Benjamin that he hadn't found anything concrete. Told him Winter was still looking into it.
Winter wasn't.
His focus had shifted entirely. Mornings with Redstar. Afternoons running obstacle drills until his muscles refused to cooperate. Evenings reviewing recordings of his own movement, replaying missteps frame by frame.
Bruises came and faded. Calluses thickened.
He preferred that.
It kept his head clear.
Surprisingly, the situation with the cartel, the BKB alliance, and Johnny Black hadn't exploded the way it easily could have.
Gary's surveillance teams reported suspicious vehicles tailing him now and then. A black sedan one day. A gray SUV the next.
They followed at a distance.
Watched.
Tested.
It never amounted to anything.
