Memories flooded Max's mind the moment he saw the face looking back at him from the open car window. As the vehicle slowed to a crawl alongside him, his instincts screamed that this was bad news, he just didn't know exactly how bad yet. A part of him considered stepping away and putting distance between himself and the car in case they were planning a quick abduction, but he checked the impulse. With the position he now held as a syndicate leader, showing fear or retreat wasn't an image he could afford to project.
Instead, he stepped closer to the door, his eyes narrowing as he confirmed the identity of the driver.
