Dave's POV

The sun was barely up, casting a dull, gray light over the city, but the weight on my chest was already heavier than the day before.

The shipment I had been waiting for was just a few hours away. The timing couldn’t have been worse, not with Belle out there and Zane still breathing. I needed to tie up loose ends, and fast.

I sat on the brown leather swivel chair in my study, my hands running over my face as I tried to think.

I needed to find a way to get the attention of the drug enforcement agency off my back before the shipment arrived. Every...