The boy obeyed with shaking fingers. He opened the pendant and looked at the old photo.
“Under it,” John said.
Carefully, the boy peeled back the backing behind the picture.
Hidden inside was a tiny strip of microfilm.
Every biker in the room went silent.
The leader cursed under his breath.
“Sweet God… all this time…”
John stood slowly.
“There are names on that film,” he said. “Men who built kingdoms through blood. Politicians, judges, crime bosses, businessmen. Men who thought they buried every secret. Men who would burn cities to keep the truth from surfacing.”
The boy looked down at the tiny strip in disbelief.
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