The rain began as a drizzle and turned into a torrential downpour by the time the trio reached the base of Blackwood Ridge. The smell of scorched ozone and expensive champagne still clung to Jax’s shredded tuxedo, a haunting reminder of the life he had literally jumped out of an hour ago.
He moved through the dense underbrush with a……
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