And Vaughn?
Vaughn knew exactly what had happened.
I wrapped my arms around myself tightly.
“He was one of the marshals who picked me up after the shooting.”
Hersh went terrifyingly still.
“What shooting?”
Oh God.
I’d never actually told him.
Not really.
His eyes locked on mine now.
Focused completely.
“Flick.”
My throat closed hard.
“The parking garage.”
Confusion flickered across his face for half a second.
Then realization hit.
Because he remembered the news.
The headlines.
The woman who saw a cartel execution in Las Vegas.
The federal witness who disappeared afterward.
Me.
His face lost color instantly.
Jesus.
I’d never seen Hersh look scared before.
Not truly scared.
Until now.
“What happened?” he asked quietly.
Vaughn laughed again from the floor.
“You really wanna hear this?”
Wolf slammed him harder into the wood, hard enough to make the tavern rattle.
