The Savage: Shadows of Justice
1 Sarah looks on... Trevor nods firmly. "It's off the grid, and I haven't been there in years. Jameson wouldn't know where to start looking." Marcus looks unconvinced but doesn't press the issue. We've all seen how relentless Jameson is—like a dog on the scent of a fox. He'll follow any lead, chase any rumor. He won't rest until he brings us down. Trevor grasps my hand even tighter, pulling me along as he heads down the deserted street. I fall into step beside him, keeping pace with his long strides. Marcus falls into step behind us, his eyes darting around the dark shadows that surround us. Every sound feels amplified in the stillness—a car engine in the distance, a drip of water from a leaky gutter, the rustle of leaves stirring in the wind. My heart thunders in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I'm not used to this life—this constant state of flight and fight. But Trevor doesn't hesitate. He's in his element, his eyes...