“You already know mine. Since you’re uncooperative, I’ll call you Darth Maul, in keeping with our Bar Wars meeting and the mask above your head. So, Darth Maul, where’s the package you were supposed to bring tonight? Did you sabotage my plane just so you could get your hands on it to make the delivery, and that somehow got messed up? Do you realize you could have destroyed the package completely? You killed Ole Blue.”

“I don’t care about the condition of the package. I only care about who wants it and where to find them.”

Darth Maul only knew that Chance was delivering a high-priced item, but he didn’t know to whom. “That isn’t how it works. You said no names, remember. Besides, I courier packages and drop them off where I’m told. I don’t know the what or the who.”

“Then why are you here?”

“The same as you, I suppose. I had hoped to get the package and finish my delivery so that I would know who’s behind it.”

“And no one has contacted you to make new arrangements?” Darth Maul’s eyes were sinister. Chance could imagine his face painted with red and black like the character.

With the murders, Blevins was scared and only too happy to let Chance take his place while he disappeared until it was safe to return. Chance hoped to meet the murderer, the person who had intercepted the package and taken it from Jim. This guy had sabotaged Chance’s plane—why? So he could pick up the pieces? What was left of the artifact? Destroy the delivery? Chance believed he had to have murdered Jim. But they were at a standoff if Darth Maul was also asking who was behind trafficking this item. Chance was after the same information. He wanted to know the man behind the blackmail, and then he would personally deliver the artifact to make sure that he was free forever. Except he didn’t have it.

However, if he got his hands on the item in question, then he should turn it over to the police and connect the dots for them. But if he did that, he had no doubt he would be the next murder victim. Other lives were at risk too.

Without the name behind the blackmail and this delivery, he couldn’t face off and end this once and for all. In the meantime, Darth Maul needed to be locked up for his crimes. In addition to Jim and Neva, this man had killed Ole Blue.

Chance was no murderer, and he didn’t like that he had any part in this. He wouldn’t be working with this guy. Instead, they were competitors.

Darth Maul narrowed his eyes. “I know who you are.”

Chance’s pulse spiked. “I thought we had already established that.”