It was as clear as day, so obvious, in fact, that even someone like Joe could've figured it out. Dud wasn't just taunting Max. He was all but admitting it now. He was the one behind the hit-and-run incident.
The same hit-and-run that had been meant to take Max's life.
The same hit-and-run that had ended up taking Jay's instead.
Instantly, a flood of emotions surged through Max, starting deep down in the pit of his stomach, then rushing up like a roaring wave that crashed against the inside of his skull.
Fury. A rage that burned through every nerve ending in his body. It built from the tips of his toes, rising like a firestorm through his legs, his chest, his arms, right to his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
'He's the one... the one who targeted Jay. The one who was supposed to take him out... This guy, this guy I'm standing across from, he's the reason Jay died. A person I fought beside. A person I once believed was a brother-in-arms?'
Max's teeth gritted tightly.
