“I was following orders!” The words gasped from him as his back slammed forcefully against the wall, impressing one of his hidden weapons uncomfortably against his spine and making him arch in a rather provocative manner in order to alleviate the pressure. McGraw was inches from his face, fury blazing in mismatched eyes, looking for all the world the demon he had created in Flint.
Taking a breath, Graham raised his hands and set them to the man’s wrists – a placating action, rather than a volatile one – knowing that violence on his part would only make this situation worse – and if he was to believe Billy ( which he did, he held no doubt in a man as steadfast and loyal as he ) then getting “Flint” on his side would prove instrumental in securing Nassau against invasion.
“I swear, it is no lie I tell you. He is alive, I delivered him myself to the plantation – he was made to be buried, for the sake of Alfred’s reputation but the Rowes wouldn’t stand for it. His own uncle handed him off to me – I promise you. Killing me won’t get you to him, damnit!”
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