Just calculation.
Just death.
Shepherd glanced briefly toward me.
Thenback to Hersh.
“You always did choose the girl over the mission.”
Hersh raised his rifle slowly.
“You talk too much.”
Shepherd almost smiled.
“No. I simply know where to aim.”
Then his gaze shifted toward me again.
And my blood turned to ice.
Because this man wasn’t looking at me like a person.
He was looking at me like a weakness.
A target.
A weapon to use against Hersh.
Wolf subtly moved closer to my side.
Even he felt it.
The danger.
The absolute evil standing twenty yards away in the rain.
Shepherd’s attention returned to Hersh.
“You should’ve died in that canyon.”
Hersh’s voice lowered dangerously.
“You first.”
And then?—
Shepherd reached slowly into his vest.
Not for a weapon.
For a photograph.
He held it up between two gloved fingers.
Lightning flashed overhead.
And my stomach dropped.
