"I know." Damien smiled and sighed. "Ollie, Rekker, and I are still on Tom's shit list for getting busted racing."

The three of them were highly competitive, relatively overconfident, and didn't have the best respect for the law. A street race turned car chase was not something Tom was going to let them forget any time soon.

"What matters is I know how the organization works." Damien believed that. "The skills they taught me to hunt the gangs don't go unused." Not in his own world or here.