From the time Ben Clinton went to Harbor till now.
John Brown had been involved in all of it.
If Antony Brown was on the opposing side, then John Brown was undoubtedly a dangerous presence.
It's like having a spy in one's own camp.
And this spy might just take your life.
Ben Clinton slapped down this time.
It was for Amelia Cobb.
At midnight, Antony Brown's people arrived at the apartment.
No matter the purpose, Amelia wouldn't let them ruin her plans.
She glanced at Ben Clinton, "Can one person handle this?"
Ben Clinton put on his hat and mask, understanding Amelia's meaning, "Shouldn't be a problem."
"Well, I appreciate it."
Amelia watched Ben Clinton get out of the car, casually picking up a discarded mop handle from a trash can nearby.
He stood in front of the group, blocking their way, his tone leisurely and somewhat mocking, "Antony Brown's people?"
The other side looked at Ben Clinton, their gaze unfriendly, "Who are you?"
