The night air was thick with tension as Caldwell's sleek black car pulled up outside Roman Volkov's office building. The streets of Havenwood City were quiet, most residents tucked away in their beds, unaware of the power shift about to occur.
"Is everything ready?" Caldwell asked, straightening his tie in the rearview mirror.
Franklin Duval nodded beside him. "All exits are covered. We have ten men stationed around the perimeter."
I smiled to myself. With Liam Knight imprisoned and facing execution, there would never be a better opportunity. Roman Volkov's reign over Havenwood's business world ended tonight.
"Remember," I instructed Franklin, "I want this clean. No unnecessary bloodshed."
"Of course, Mr. Caldwell."
We stepped out of the car and approached the building. Two guards stood by the entrance, immediately tensing at our approach.
"Mr. Caldwell," one said nervously. "Mr. Volkov isn't expecting visitors this late."
