What the hell? This was personal. This man knew that he didn’t remember, knew who the killer was, and knew that he’d been the same person to destroy Alpha. And he still said nothing.
Seriously irritated, Alpha advanced toward him, ready to beat him to a pulp if that was what it took to get some answers.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
It was the tone that gave him pause—calm, clear, lethal. Any man who spoke a threat with that eerie calm with a man like Alpha coming to him meant business.
Alpha stayed at the edge of the shadows, able to make out the silhouette putting his hands in some kind of jacket pockets.
“I’m going to find out who you are, Shadow Man.” Alpha meant it. He was going to make a whole fucking file on this guy and distribute it to every underworld boss he knew.
The voice came again, this time with amusement, one chilling word before he was gone.
“Try.”