Frik Versfeld pulled his baseball cap lower over his forehead, his eyes hidden from view by designer mirrored sunglasses as he gazed at the man who stood only meters away outside the convent walls. It took everything he had to rein in the anger that surged inside as he focused on the man’s features.
It had to be him. Jake Timber.
Frik raised a hand to touch his throat, fingertips brushing the ugly scars that still marred his body even after countless grafts and surgery. He was a monster because of what Jake had done years ago and he had dreamed of revenge for so long, but Jake had disappeared off grid. What was he doing here now?
Frik raised his phone and took several photos of the convent walls, as any tourist might do, but he made sure to get Jake and the two women with him in the fra
