JACKSON’S POV

It was late afternoon, and I was parked in the shadows at the far end of the city park. My eyes kept darting to the side mirror, watching a figure walk steadily toward my car. From the way he carried himself, I could tell he was no ordinary guy, he looked like someone who took risky jobs and finished them without leaving a trace. Someone people hire when they want things done quietly and cleanly.

I've had to deal with men like him in the past. But these days, I mostly work through a private security company. I use their men and their cybersecurity, even though I sometimes...