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Sebastian paced the small kitchen in the cabin. Four of his men were filling the order for Sunday in the living room. Once he had his money from this operation, he’d have enough to set up in Chattanooga again. And this time without Phillip Ross calling the shots.

Phillip had been right. Jenna Hart had evidence against both of them, but why hadn’t he been able to find it? He’d searched that house from top to bottom. Didn’t matter—after tonight, he would be rid of both problems.

He dialed Ross’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“You don’t call me—I call you.”

“Just thought you might like to be here when I take Jenna Hart down.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s bringing the photos to me.”

“How did you—”

“I told you I was smarter than she was. She’s waiting for a ransom note, and as soon as it gets dark, she’ll get it. Your problem will be over.”

“I want to be there. But—”

“My men will have the order completed by tonight. You can take it back with you.”

“What if she brings all the Russell County deputies with her?”

“She won’t, but if she does, I’ll know it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Guarantee it.”

“Okay ... I’ll be there. What time?”

Perfect. And as usual Ross had been predictable. “Why don’t you come about nine or even eight and you can help finish the order?”

“You’re sure you’ll know if she’s coming alone?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll know—the cops are too stupid to figure out I put a tracker on her vehicle and microphones in the house.”

He pocketed his phone and walked to the bedroom to check on Hart’s father. Sleeping like a baby—the medication he put in his drink worked like a charm.

The old man was gritty. Twice he’d tried to escape, which was the reason Sebastian had to sedate him. But now he needed him awake—Jenna Hart would insist on talking to him before she gave in to the ransom demand.