Chapter 106

"He's headed to South America. That's far away." Christian muttered more like he was talking to himself and still looking at the tab before him, "He's hopping continents, Christian. That's a long way from the mess he made here." Disbelief laced Christian's voice.

Saint, that criminal was traveling very far away from his crimes. He was trying very hard to slip further and further away.

"He's got a mission, Psalms," Christian said, a steely glint entering his eyes. "And we're going to help him complete it."

Psalms scoffed. "By letting him waltz off to South America and hoping he spills his guts on some exotic beach? Christian, that's a crazy plan."

"Not crazy," Christian corrected, his voice firm. "Risky, yes. But it's the only way to get him. Think about it, Psalms. If we follow him and get close enough to gain his trust, we can get him to talk. He might slip up, and reveal details about other operations, bigger players. Evidence the cops can't ignore."

A tense silence rose between the