Liquid fear shot through his veins. He’d lost the Black Hawk. Duffield had never supplied him with the mortars he needed. He wasn’t ready. To obliterate the Syndicate required subterfuge and deceit, backstabbing Poe when he and his men least expected it. Poe had backstabbed him first. “Consider yourself checkmated.” “I gave you everything! This is how you repay me?” “This is how you play the game,” Poe said, a sneer in his voice. “And Byron, you’ve been played.”
