Chapter 43: Rule #43: No Amount Of Power Can Predict The Future.

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I rerouted the jet mid-flight, thankfully Garrison had a truck stowed at the small airstrip at the private plane hangar just outside of the city. There was no hesitation when Beau called me, there was always a part of my plan that included pulling him out of Javier's clutches, it usually followed after I dispatched a bullet of my own, but either way there was one in-between Javier's eyes. Beau would need to decide what he wanted to do next. But he and Beatrice both deserved the respect to be given the option to decide.

The apartment was in a shitty part of town, but the address matched what he gave me. I hastily parked Garrison's truck on the side of the vacant curb, throwing the driver's door open and running up the stairs, the smell of burnt food accosting my senses. The door was wide open. Leaving my gun in my holster I quietly walked into his space.