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turned around and the passenger door opened. Two large men—almost as big as Juice—stepped out of the limo wearing black suits and Ray-bans. I reached in the back of my waistband for my Browning 9mm.
     
    “Mayor Peterson would like to speak with you,” one of the giants said. What the fuck did the mayor want with me? The bodyguard opened the door for me and motioned me inside.
     
    I took my hand off the grip of my pistol and entered the limo. I didn't have much of a choice. The mayor sat at the far end on cushy leather seats. He was more bald than the last time I saw him on television, campaigning for the position, telling Saint Marks that he was the man for the job. His blue suit could barely contain all his fat.
     
    “Take a seat, Mr. Ellis,” the mayor pointed at the seat next to him. “Would you like a drink?”
     
    The thought of alcohol made my stomach turn. Why did Pike make me drink so much last night? I politely declined and took my seat next to the mayor.
     
    “I bet you're wondering why I'm here.”
     
    “The thought had crossed my mind.”
     
    The mayor leaned forward. The scent of his cologne smelled like wet dogs. “Well I want to cut through all the bullshit and get right to it. You weren't released from prison due to overcrowding. I was the one that got you out.”
     
    My head flipped upside down. “Why would you do that?”
     
    The mayor poured himself a glass of vodka and took some ice cubes out of a bucket and dropped them into the drink. “Sure you don't want one?” I shook my head. How could he be drinking this early? “ I need someone of your talents,” he continued. “Someone that could do a job for me. And you're perfect for this, Kellan Ellis.”
     
    The question of why me kept running through my mind. “What's the job?”
     
    The mayor took a sip of vodka. “During my campaign for Mayor, Spencer Enterprises donated a large sum of money that helped me win. At that time it was agreed that once I was elected, I'd help them out with any little problems they had. But now things have gotten out of hand. Mr. Spencer is siphoning as much money as he can out of my pockets and the city. He's threatening to get me removed from office if I don't comply.
     
    “And what does this have to with me?”
     
    The cubes in his glass clinked. “I want you to take down Mr. Spencer and his company.”
     
    I laughed. “What makes you think I can do that. And why would I?”
     
    “For starters, you're close to his daughter. You can get access to documents that I can't.”
     
    “I'm done with that family. Lilly doesn't want to speak to me anymore. I could care less what his father is doing to you.”
     
    “How about for revenge?”
     
    “Revenge? What the fuck are you talking about?”
     
    The mayor grinned. “Weren't you a little suspicious of the circumstances surrounding your arrest for attempted murder?”
     
    I nodded. “The sheriff wanted to put me away. Threatened to go after Lilly if I didn't confess.”
     
    “But the sheriff was just a pawn. It was Mr. Spencer who wanted you gone. Out of his daughter's life for good. And I set it up for him as part of our deal.”
     
    My hands burst out and wrapped around the mayor's neck, fingers squeezing harder and harder. I could kill him within seconds before his bodyguards could even react. But he wasn't the man behind it all. Lilly's father was the entire time. I loosened my grip on the mayor. He coughed, taking a drink from his glass, and straightening his solid blue tie.
     
    Everything finally clicked and made sense. Mr. Spencer always hated me and wanted me gone. Putting me in prison was the easiest solution. All it would take was money and power—Mr. Spencer had both.
     
    My hand clenched into fists. I could kill him right now.
     
    Mayor Peterson poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. I took it and gulped it down without a second thought. My body was rigid and I needed the alcohol to relax me.
     
    “And what