"You know what this tells me?" Chase asked. "It tells me you are never going to hand over the girl. You are going to find some way to dodge out of this, just like you dodge your way out of everything. Well, that is not going to work for me. I am sick of playing around with you. If you don't hand over the girl by midnight tonight, that video is going live."
Violet heard stomping footsteps and then a door slamming, and Carl Johnson sunk into the chair. She climbed out of his pocket and up onto the table.
"We are not handing her over," said Ryan, sitting opposite.
"No," said Carl. "She is our only bargaining chip. If we hand her over, we lose any advantage against him."
"We need to discredit him," Blake said, pulling out his phone. "I will make some calls."
"Even then, does anyone ever c
