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I watched as the blood pooled out at a rapid rate.

I kept my grip on his hair as he coughed, spitting blood on me.

“You stalked my girl,” I said, watching his mouth open and shut as he choked. “You had a standing order to take out people I care about. To take me out.” I let him fall to the ground and felt the cruel smile cross my face as I stared down at him. “You should’ve known accepting a job from Mickey was my order.”

When he stopped jerking and his pupils dilated, I looked down at his empty hands and the gun holstered to his hip.

He hadn’t known. He hadn’t known, he hadn’t . . .

Fuck.

My chest was heaving with ragged breaths when I grabbed the gun and took the keys from his pocket. Straightening, my gaze finally darted around, taking in where we were.

In the cover of the trees edging the cemetery.

Not ten feet away was a large, military-style camouflaged tent.

I kept my knife in my hand as I walked to it and unzipped the door flap, my blood running cold when I did.

Taped to nearly every surface were pictures of Jessica, Conor, Beck, and me. One of Jessica’s brother with his wife tucked against his side was circled in red. There were maps with highlighted routes with each of our names attached to them. And a paper for each of us with times and places scrawled on them.

No wonder I hadn’t been able to find anything in Mickey’s computers or phone.

It had all been here.

And as I looked around, I knew why I hadn’t been able to find the ghost.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and waited for it to turn on, then hissed a curse when it kept vibrating with voicemails and texts.

Ignoring them for now, I called Beck.

“Shit, man, you left during the worst time.”

My body locked up. “What’s going on?”

There was a weighted pause, and I knew if I’d been standing in front of him, he would have that look. The one that meant he didn’t want to tell me what he knew.

“Beck,” I barked.

“I think it’s better if I wait until you’re back.”

My legs felt like they weren’t going to keep me up. I’d never felt so unsteady in my life. I was swaying and my breaths were shallow when I asked, “Jessica?”

“She’s here.”

Relief pounded through my veins. I hated feeling so out of control, but I’d only been that scared once in my life, and it was when I’d thought Lily had been kidnapped.

Even then, anger had overwhelmed every other fear.

But the thought of something happening to Jessica had me wanting to tear at my own chest. Had me wanting to go through whatever she’d endured so she wouldn’t be alone.

Even death.

“Kieran. Kieran,” Beck said loudly, snapping me out of whatever dark thoughts my mind had conjured.

“What?”

“Is it done?” he asked, his tone wary.

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