"Are you done?" Win asked, his voice even and terrifyingly calm. "Come in."
It wasn't a question. It was a command. King glanced back at Carlos, whose eyes were wide with dawning, heartbroken realization. He didn't dare hesitate. King walked the few steps and climbed into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut like a lock engaging.
Win pulled away instantly, leaving Carlos standing alone on the curb, watching the black car disappear. The vehicle was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the deafening weight of Win's knowledge.
Inside the car, the silence was absolute, a heavy, suffocating blanket of tension. King was shaking uncontrollably, trapped by fear and guilt, while Win drove with a terrifying, controlled fury, his eyes fixed dead ahead on the road.
