"Zane Shelby, in your attempt to mock me, you've exposed the fact that Faye Vaughn is on your cargo ship."
Wyatt Hawthorne reined in his scattered thoughts, suppressed the sliver of uncertainty, and spoke coldly.
"Who said Faye Vaughn is on my cargo ship? This recording only proves she's on my territory."
Zane Shelby's lips curled into a smirk, his brazen, devil-may-care attitude on full display. He lied without blinking an eye. "I'll be honest with you. She arrived in Stellaport this morning. Right now, she's at my Silverstrand Bay Villa, stashed away just for me."
"You don't have to find new ways to provoke me." Wyatt Hawthorne turned and pointed. "Your men can't help you now."
In the open space beside the shipping containers, the mercenaries Wyatt Hawthorne had brought had already subdued Zane Shelby's men, pinning them to the ground, completely powerless to resist.
