Shane's gaze locked onto Silas's mutilated hand.

His voice was ice. "Who did this? The money was delivered in full. Why take your finger?"

Silas winced through the pain, glaring at the two men behind him.

The scar-faced man spoke in broken English. "Not me."

The bald man shrugged. "He got caught cheating. House rules. No rules, no casino."

Shane moved like lightning.

Steel flashed.

A blade pressed against the bald man's throat. "Where's the finger?"

The man swallowed hard. "At... the casino..."

Scar-face reached for his pocket.

A gun barrel pressed against his temple.

Kyle's voice was sharp. "Don't."

The casino erupted into chaos.

Bodyguards closed in.

Tension crackled between both sides.

Shane's blade bit into bald man's skin. "Call. Bring the finger. Or else—"

A bead of blood welled up.

Trembling, the man dialed. "Bring that old man's finger from last night! Now!"

Twenty-three minutes later.

An ice pack landed at their feet.

Shane shoved Silas into the car.

As Kyle holstered his gun, the two men scrambled back into the crowd.

Silver flashed.

A dozen throwing knives found their marks.

Screams filled the air.

The car door slammed shut.

"To the hospital." Shane's voice was glacial.

Kyle was already calling Yangon hospitals. "The finger can still be reattached. Don't worry."

Shane's knuckles turned white.

"Yangon," Kyle said, hanging up. "Safer there."

Silas clutched the ice pack, voice hoarse. "Thank you..."

Kyle's reply was flat. "If you mean it, turn yourself in."

Silence filled the car.

Finally, Silas sighed. "I will. Find me a good lawyer."

He turned to Shane. "You're the one I worry about most..."

Kyle cut in. "We'll take care of Shane."

"And Iris..."

"Impossible!" Kyle's tone brooked no argument.

Shane frowned. "I'll handle it."

At the hospital, the doctor examined the severed finger. "Reattachment is possible, but nerve damage is likely."

The operating light stayed on for four hours.

In the hallway, Shane stared at the surgery doors.

Kyle stepped aside to call Kevin.

"Silas wants to surrender."

The response was immediate. "I'm coming with a team."

At dawn, Silas woke to armed police.

Instinct made him tense.

Kevin blocked him. "Surrendering is your best option."

Kyle stood nearby. "Prison's safer than tomb raiding."

Silas looked at Shane and suddenly said, "I forced him into everything..."

Shane closed his eyes.

Ruined lives flashed through his mind like a nightmare.

"Took him tomb robbing at thirteen... Faked an injury at eighteen to keep him from college..."

Kevin's recorder glowed red.

Kyle spoke up. "Shane still needs to assist the archaeology team."

Kevin gave Kyle a knowing look. "Don't leave the country, Mr. Prescott."

Shane took one last look at Silas. "Money's in your account."

The old man waved him off, voice breaking. "Go."