Chapter 1352
The whole situation felt like a game of ckjack where Ian had been dealt a handful of wild cards. Just
when he thought he had a winning hand, the dealer threw in another twist that scrambled everything up
again.
"Tyler, I''m texting you the address now. Keep your eyes peeled for tails, I need to get the full scoop on
your recent investigations."
Tyler agreed instantly. The thought of catching up with Ian was something he couldn''t pass up.
When Ian had gone off the grid, Tyler was in the dark about the details. Next thing he knew, Ian had
spirited Eric out of the country.
Tyler checked his six for any followers before heading to Ian''s location. Halfway there, he couldn''t
shake the feeling that he was being watched, so he ditched the car for a chopper.
Taking a route through the mountains inessible by car, Tyler figured anyone on his tail would have
to take to the skies, which would make them as conspicuous as a Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon.
An hourter, Tyler found Ian beneath the towering presence of the steamboat. Greenfield was in the
thick of fall, with yellow leaves cascading down like confetti.
Tyler had never seen Ian like this, nor had he ever imagined that their band of friends would be torn
apart by life and death.
"Ian."
No sooner had he uttered the name than sirens wailed, ripping through the quiet like a chainsaw
through pumpkin pie.
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Tyler''s heart skipped a beat, and Ian''s brow furrowed in concern.
Tyler paled. He''d been careful to the point of paranoia. How had they caught the attention of the higher-
ups?
He wanted to tell Ian to run, but where could one escape with such a dra closing in?
Before he could act, a pair of handcuffs clicked around Tyler''s wrists.
Consorting with a fugitive and keeping mum about it was grounds for arrest. Tyler had to face the
music.
"Ian, get out of here!"
That was thest thing Tyler could say before realizing Ian hadn''t budged.
It dawned on Tyler then—if he hadn''t shown up, Ian might''ve had a shot at escaping. But with his friend
implicated, if Ian ran now, what would that make him?
Ian fell silent, making his choice without a word.
The thunderous realization left Ian with one grim option—he had to go with the cops and face the
interrogation. The alternative, taking a swan dive into the river, was off the table.
Head bowed, he steeled his face.
When Tyler and Ian were put in the same cruiser, Tyler tried to apologize.
"Man, I''m sorry. I had no idea I was being tailed, especially by a whole squad. I was as careful as I
could be."
"It''s not on you."
"Then who?”
“Tyler, are you sure you didn''t spot that red mole behind Phelps''s ear?"
"You doubting me? I checked when you first clued me in. I had my suspicions once, but no proof. And
Phelps had countless chances to take me out if he wanted to. I wouldn''t be here otherwise. Ian, Fitch is
gone, and I don''t want to see anything happen to Phelps either."
Out of their crew, Tyler was the one who''d grown up under everyone''s watchful eye. A yboy turned
award-winning screenwriter, even when he left Greenfield, his whereabouts were no mystery.
But the rest had their periods of absence—Ian for military service, Fitch for the Haskins family''s
ndestine missions, and Phelps for secret research.
Tyler''s upbringing was the purest, and his loyalty to the friendship was unmatched.
"Tyler, spill every detail about what''s been going down in Greenfield, including why you suspected
Phelps in the first ce."
He needed to find the missing piece.
As Ian finished speaking, someone up front mmed their hand against the railing.
"Split ''em up. I don''t want to hear another peep about them swapping notes."
Startled, Tyler blurted out, "Remember the game night at BlueSky Bar, in the VIP lounge? Someone
was there—mmph!"
A hand mped over his mouth, and he was yanked out of the car.