Chapter 1791:
Carney tried to struggle, convinced they wouldn’t actually hurt him — but the blade bit into his skin, drawing a thin line of blood that trickled down his neck, and the fog of drugs and alcohol cleared just enough.
“Try that again and see what happens. I don’t show mercy to people like you.”
Sharon dropped into a crouch beside him, pulled out her phone, and hit the record button. “You work for Arlo. You know exactly what he’s been doing. Start talking and tell us everything.”
Understanding finally dawned on Carney’s face. He knew exactly what they wanted.
Carney gave a sharp, mocking laugh. Even with the blade resting against his throat, he refused to shed his smug composure.
“You honestly think I’d give him up? Arlo will find out you exist soon enough. And when he does, you won’t survive it.”
𝗗𝘪ѕ𝗰ov𝘦r nе𝘸 ѕ𝘵𝗼𝘳іe𝗌 on 𝘨𝘢𝗹ոo𝘷𝖾𝗅ѕ.𝗰о𝗆
Without a word, Rutherford pressed the knife slightly deeper. The edge broke skin, and a thin line of blood surfaced at once.
“Keep talking like that,” Rutherford said quietly, “and you won’t live long enough to worry about us. And I promise you, it won’t be quick.”
Carney met his steady, disturbingly cold eyes. For the first time, the bravado in his expression faltered. He swallowed and tried to ease his neck away from the blade, his lips tightening. “What is it you want?”
“Every illegal operation Arlo is tied to,” Sharon said without hesitation. “And any proof you have that connects him to it.”
Carney’s jaw locked. “Do you understand what he’d do to me if I opened my mouth? Compared to him, you’re merciful. I’m not saying a word. If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”
Rutherford’s eyes hardened. “Give us everything you know, and we’ll disappear you. New identity. Enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Somewhere Arlo will never be able to reach you.”
Doubt flickered across Carney’s face. The proposal clearly didn’t sit easily with him.
Sharon studied him for a moment before speaking. “Whether you cooperate or not, once Arlo learns you met with us, he’ll see you as a liability. You know how paranoid he is. He won’t risk leaving you alive.”
The reality was unavoidable. Even silence wouldn’t restore Arlo’s trust.
Carney said nothing for a long time. They weren’t wrong.
At last, he looked at Rutherford. “You’re certain you can keep me safe?”
Rutherford gave a calm nod. “Absolutely. And once we have enough evidence to bring Arlo down, you won’t need to stay hidden at all.”
In truth, it was a calculated move. Anyone in Arlo’s circle had blood on their hands. The moment Rutherford secured what he needed, he planned to involve Interpol — letting Carney walk free had never been part of the deal. Still, it wasn’t entirely deception. Behind prison walls, Carney would be untouchable, far beyond Arlo’s reach.
Carney seemed shaken by the assurance. He ran his tongue over his cracked lips, hesitated for only a moment, then began to talk.
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