“You traded places?” Vance asked at last. Liam nodded. “I told him I was tired. Asked him to cover. Promised it was a simple run. In and out.” He swallowed. “I didn’t tell him someone was probably watching that car.”
Vance’s hands curled around the compass. “Who was watching?” he asked. “People I shouldn’t have crossed,” Liam said. “Suppliers. They thought I’d skimmed. They were right.” He gave a short, bitter laugh that disappeared quickly.