Chapter 31: No One Got Face from Him

Winston Zimmerman's gut tightened with a sudden, ugly premonition. The pressure coming off this man was terrifying. No ordinary street punk carried themselves like that. Winston had never felt anything like it, not even from his own father. He flicked a glance at Hayes Zorn. Hayes looked back at the same time. Their eyes met, and the worry in them matched. Then, as if on cue, both of them looked toward Alejandro Casson. Alejandro sat there calm and unreadable, as though none of this concerned...