“You’re better than you think.”
“Bullshit—I’m just the only one you’ve got.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
He looked at the picture stuck into the clear CD case again, and something deep inside him ached for his lost childhood. He hoped Avery had had one. “I’ll think about it.”
With that, she walked away, turned to him when she was halfway to her car and stood stock-still in the driveway. The back of his neck prickled. “Best think fast, Dare.”
It was part instinct, part the way Adele paused as if posing. She gave a small smile, a nod, her shoulders squared.
He sprang into action, yelled, “No!” as he leaped toward her, Sig drawn, but it was too late.
The gunshot rang out and he jumped back to the safety of the house, cutting his losses. Adele collapsed to the ground, motionless. A clean kill. Sniper.
She’d made the ultimate sacrifice—going out like a warrior to force him to get off his ass and into action—ending a life that was almost over anyway. His father would’ve done the same.
Now there was nothing to be done here but get away and live. A hot extract involving just himself.
He shot off several warning rounds of his own to buy himself time. He took a quick picture of Adele with his cell phone camera and then went inside, grabbed his go bag and the guitar, then ignited the explosives he’d set up for a just-in-case scenario because, as a kid of a Section 8er, he was always a target.
That entire process took less than a minute, and then he took off in the old truck down the back road, the CD still in his hand.
Adele was too good not to know she’d been followed. She’d trapped him by bringing the trouble literally to his front door.
He cursed her, his father and everyone in that damned group as he motored down the highway, even as another part of his brain, hardwired for danger, made lists of what he’d need.
New wheels.
Guns.
New safe house with a wanted woman.
He threw the CD on the seat next to him and fingered the silver guitar pick he wore on a chain around his neck.
Goddammit, there was no escaping the past.
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