“Why am I afraid? Matt thought. Charles Claussen, the man behind CleanSweep, somehow eluded capture. Claussen’s a coiled snake, ready to strike without the warning rattle.
Matt knew it wasn’t his imagination. With Claussen on the loose, I’m not safe. He’s after revenge. He has the resources to carry out his threat, he thought.
His phone vibrated and skidded toward the edge of the table. He grabbed it before it dropped to the floor. Matt opened the text message and stifled a scream. He looked at the photo. “My face. A sniper’s target superimposed, the bullseye centered on my nose, between the eyes.
Matt shuddered at the words. “I’m coming for you.”
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