Ewan was quick and efficient. Mick soon spilled everything – he told us that Dax's assistant had given him money and instructed him to lead a riot at the Black Group. He refused to admit that he'd pushed me, though.
I didn't probe too much. My goal had been to drag out the person behind Mick, anyway. It was clear to everyone that Dax was behind everything, but he'd managed to get away every time so far.
It didn't matter, though. I could get rid of his people one by one and replace them with my own. After all, he had Martin behind him, and their roots ran deep.
"Martin's getting on in years, and Dax is his only son. Think about how sad Martin would be if he were to lose his only heir." Dexter had gone to collect the medical report with the nurse, so I spoke to Ewan. "I know you're smart, Mr. Bart. I don't care why you've approached Dexter; I just know that we have a common enemy."
Common enemies, to be exact – Martin and Dax.
