The Fortress at the Graveside

tilted off its axis.

“Mr. Hamilton,” he whispered. “CEO of Apex Defense.”

Marcus turned slowly, his gaze settling on Darren with surgical calm.

“Mitchell,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Shouldn’t you be at your office?”

Darren swallowed hard.

“I heard the IRS arrived this morning,” Marcus continued mildly. “Two million in tax discrepancies continue reading …