When he hit the button, he let them know it was clear.
“We’re good. All he’s seeing is whatever the last minute of footage was.”
Perfect.
Elizabeth had been quiet, but that was because she was thinking this through.
“He put the information out on theDark Webto slow me down, and it got Jet killed. Then, he dropped flowers. That got Vivian killed. Both times, he went back under, so he’s going to be doing this out of rage. He likely didn’t leave me clues here. Just a massacre.”
Oh, well, that would be the best outcome for this shit situation, and Ivan knew it. While he hated that Rayna had likely been killed, and how it would take Caspian down, his main priority was the woman in the back seat of that ride.
Gryphen went there.
“This fucker is a coward, and that’s pissing me off. Running away makes him a pussy. That’s a shit-ass coward move if you ask me. Face us, and let’s play,” he stated.
Oh, she wished.
Only, she knew what was coming.
The Hunters.
His days of playing games were coming to an end. She just had to play along until they had something to find this piece of shit.
Elizabeth’s money was on her people.
Still, this pissed her off to no end, and she didn’t mince words around the Marines.
“If she’s dead, I’m going to blow his hidey-hole the fuck up,” she said. “If I have to tell Caspian she’s been taken fromhim, I’m going to put so many bullet holes in him that he won’t be recognizable. Jet was a mistake on his behalf, and so were Vivian and Rayna. He’s rattled, and now, he’s going to make mistakes. Those mistakes are going to get him killed by me.”
Ruh-roh.
The director was going off the reservation, and they only hoped they’d be there to see it go down.
For Jet.
For Vivian.
For Rayna.
For Caspian.
Because he didn’t like being a sitting duck, Ivan turned in his seat and gave them the okay to move.
“Stick together, and make sure the perimeter is clear before Elizabeth enters,” he said. “The three of you don’t let anyone out of your sights.”
The Marines were armed for bear. They were carrying guns, and each had a rifle slung over their backs. That told Elizabeth one thing.
They wanted to put holes in Devon, too.
Together, they got out, and both Elizabeth and Ivan watched as they moved silently through the woman’s yard, sticking together as they began circling the cabin.
“What is your plan?” he asked. “And don’t lie. That makes me bitchy, and spiteful. You don’t like when I’m spiteful, so just put it out there so we can skip that step, Brunhilda.”
She looked over.
“The Huntersare coming, so that should tell you everything. What I just said, I meant. I’m going hunting.”
He lifted a brow.
