"No?" Sharkface turns slightly, so he can watch Drake with his good eye. Everyone's afraid of something. Fear makes the universe go round. Keeps everyone inside their lines, carefully defined and viscously defended. The one constant he can rely on, other than the anger.

Fear's not really a thing I do anymore.

Liar, he wants to say. You fucking liar. But he has a feeling, somehow, that Holloway means it.

Sharkface twitches. Wants to look away, but doesn't. "I got plans. Got lots of plans. Some bastards who need to be found."

Give it time. He'll corner them again.