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“Didn’t expect him to cuddle up in bed with a few tons of TNT, did you?”
Hayden doesn’t respond, not even a snort.
“Even you have secrets,” I press on.
“I’ve sacrificed everything for the job. And now, so must you.” He places his fingers to his lips and whistles.
It happens in slow motion. My curiosity changes to alarm. Alarm to panic. Then, when a large burlap is rolled into the flatbed by two men, panic to blind disbelief.
Hayden taps the hood and the lorry pulls away from the warehouse.
But my single-minded focus is on that bag ... as it, too, begins to move.
