"When the people I work with are liars and thieves, I find fear is by far the more powerful motivator." The wheels are turning in Drake's head; every line in his expression telegraphs it.

Good. Let him weigh his options. They are few and insubstantial, but they do exist.

Lazarevic takes the gun from the other man's temple, making as though to lower his arm to his side. But within the motion he turns the weapon directly into the meat of Drake's trapezius and fires once.

The muffled but distinct sound of the gunshot is a calculated risk.