Chapter 424: Friday. Soweto, South Africa.

THE ATMOSPHERE IN the van was tense.

Paxton tipped his head back, his gut knotted up, and wished he could call Coco for some wisdom. Right now he just didn't see a good way out of this.

"Fifteen minutes out," Zain announced.

As soon as they'd loaded up from Mlilo and left the park both of the cell signals moved. For almost an hour the signals were in transit, working their way west into Soweto.

Each time Zain updated them the lower Paxton's gut sank.

The signals had come to a stop inside the open-air market, in the heart of the Bekker crew.

Paxton had no problem going after Luke Nodorf. The guy was scum of the worst kind. Paxton knew Bekker's guys were criminals. Most of them weren't anything close to what could be called good people. But then Paxton recalled seeing Cameron there, the pangolin thieving kid backed into a corner. How many of the people who worked for Bekker were like that kid? How many didn't have a choice?

There were a lot of things Paxton could say about his dad