"Why don't you just get in the car and drive away?" Brinley suggested, her forehead beaded with sweat as she stared at the car behind them.
"And what do you think would happen if I did that?" Felix shot back. "Are you trying to get me killed?"
Brinley didn't know. She didn't know anything anymore. Fairfax hadn't gotten out of his car, but he must have known she was in here. Why else would he be waiting? But what was he waiting for?
"I don't know what to do," she said, her breathing ragged. "You handle it."
With that, she hung up the phone. Every passing second was torture.
…
Inside his own car, Fairfax lit another cigarette, the small space quickly filling with smoke.
Gabriel watched him in the rearview mirror. "Sir, I think they know we're here."
Otherwise, why would Felix have stayed inside for so long? He was clearly afraid to come out.
Fairfax let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Good. I was hoping they weren't blind."
"Should I run a check on them, sir?"
"Get some guys over here," Fairfax said, his voice like ice.
"Right away." Gabriel quickly made the call.
Within minutes, nearly twenty bodyguards arrived, awaiting Fairfax's orders.
From inside the fast-food restaurant, Felix saw them arrive. So did Brinley.
Fairfax watched the entrance of the restaurant, his eyes narrowing. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured, and his voice was dangerously low. "Go. Drag Felix out of there for me."
"Yes, sir."
Several bodyguards moved towards the restaurant as one. A few remained behind, waiting for further instructions.
Gabriel turned to Fairfax. "Should we drag Brinley out of the car?"
He deliberately used the word 'drag,' his tone stripped of any of the respect he once held for her.
Fairfax had intentionally remained in the car, testing them. He had instructed Gabriel to park closer, to ensure they were seen. He wanted to see how they would react, and their panicked paralysis had told him everything he needed to know.
They were guilty!

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