Despite their shared reluctance to wake Jaxon, none of them wanted to face the man's wrath.
But if they let those folks get away, wouldn't that mean kissing the money goodbye?
Jaxon hadn't expected them to be this idiotic. All he'd asked was for them to keep watch for one night, and they'd slept like logs, oblivious to the escape of their captives!
He watched them in silence, his gaze as heavy as lead, until finally he spoke with a steady voice, "Get after them now."
"Yes, Boss. They were hurt during the day; they won't be fast. Trust me, they definitely ran out the front gate—I heard some noise."
One of them tried to curry favor, his smile barely forming before Monkey's slap wiped it off his face.
"You!"
He glared at Monkey and was about to lash out with a few choice words when Monkey moved closer to Jaxon. That was enough to tell him it was exactly what the Boss wanted. He immediately lowered his head in silence.
"Useless."
"Monkey, take the van and chase them down. The rest of us will split up and cover more ground."
"Got it."
Elton was a nervous wreck, constantly looking over his shoulder. The path before him was wide open, leaving nowhere to hide.
Panting and clutching his chest, he was running out of breath. He couldn't help but worry about Balfour and Victoria—where had they run off to? Had they found a place to hide? Were they out on the main road?
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