"I have a bad feeling about this," Gador muttered as he paced nervously around the room. He rubbed his eyes, unable to shake the sensation of his eyelids twitching, an omen that something was off. One persistent question nagged at him—where had Corder and Kent gone? He had mobilized all of his resources, searching every possible place, but they had vanished without a trace.
Following Pronto's instructions, Gador had picked three low-level gang members who were struggling to make ends meet, promising them promotions to captain and a cash reward once they got out. He had also beaten them to a pulp, just as Pronto had demanded. So far, no bad news had come his way. He and Pronto were in this together—if Gador went down, Pronto wouldn't escape either. Without Pronto's cooperation, there was no way Gador could have gotten away with using three stand-ins to cover for the real culprits.
