"No!" Ben's voice cracked as it rose in disbelief. "I gave you everything you asked for—every detail, every whisper, every damn thing! But now you want this? You expect me to be part of a murder plan?" He shook his head violently, backing away as if distance could separate him from the weight of Spencer's demand. "I won't do that. I can't. No. In fact you want me to become the killer! I cannot do that, please."
Spencer Collins sat calmly on the worn leather couch in Ben's modest living room, his expression unreadable, his presence suffocating. He had just laid it out plainly—Ben was to go to Maniwa, track down Adam, eliminate him, and then turn witness against Melanie. As if it were that simple.
