Public Confession.

“How the hell did he escape?” Harrison asked, his voice low, almost as though he lost it.

"I'm sorry, sir. He fought through, and we tried to stop him, but he was able to escape."

Harrison's anger was boiling. He ended the call, his fingers coiling into a ball, trying to hold off his anger.

As he left the coffee shop, his mind was clouded with thoughts.

"Go to James Street," he instructed Hardy, who immediately veered the car to the left.

The air was thick as Harrison stood at the corner of the street, the night’s chill biting into his skin.

He was not sure why he had accepted to meet up with this guy in such an isolated, cold spot, but something told him that he had to.

The man before him was a shadow of his past, reminding him of an ugly memory.

The man exhaled a plume of smoke, a smile creeping onto his face.

"So, you came..."

"How did you escape?" Harrison asked, ignoring him.

“Let’s just say I have my ways. They thought they had me, but I’m smarter than they think. Got a few c