My heart dropped, and my stomach turned in a bad way as my eye lingered on the gun pointed at me. The face clicked in my head, and I gasped. Red beards, blue eyes, and a terrifying demeanour I couldn't forget. I had dreamed many times and seen this face.

This was one of the two men who attacked me over five years ago and later threw me off the Harvard Bridge, hoping to drown me. He was back after five years, hoping to finish what he had started back then.

Ivory probably learned I was behind her arrest a week ago and her pending trial and sent her thug...