“Breathing rules depend on the person.”
Wolf slapped the table laughing.
“Hell yes.”
“Oh my God,” I muttered.
But secretly?
A dangerous little flutter moved through my chest hearing him say things like that.
Because Hersh didn’t flirt casually.
Every word from him felt real.
Intentional.
Like when he looked at me, there wasn’t room in his head for anybody else.
The kitchen door suddenly opened.
The Sheriff walked in carrying a soaked file folder beneath one arm.
Everybody’s expressions shifted immediately back to serious.
He nodded once toward me.
“Shouldn't you be lying down?”
I tried smiling.
“I look that bad, huh?”
“I saw the ranch, I know what happened, and you have blood all over your clothes.”
Fair point.
He dropped the folder onto the table.
“We got ID on two of the Hollow Men killedin the woods.”
Hersh’s posture changed instantly beside me.
Focused.
Deadly.
“What’d you find?”
The sheriff opened the folder carefully.
“Both men have military backgrounds.” He glanced toward Hersh. “Special operations.”
Not surprising.
Still horrifying.
Wolf muttered a curse.
