It’s been almost two hours. Two hours, and Martin Sivok is still tied up, alone in a darkened warehouse; plastic strips digging into the soft flesh of his wrists.
He wants them to come back. Get this over with. But he also knows that as soon as they return, this could very well be his ending.
Because Martin has messed up. Stolen dirty money he should never have touched. Dirty money that the Jamieson organization, the most dangerous criminal outfit in Glasgow, wants back.
Someone has to die for this. And over the next few hours, he has to work out how that somebody can be anyone but him . . .
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