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“Gone?” Hunter straightened in the chair. “You’re leaving?”
“We got another message about this family in Annapolis. It sounds suspicious. We’ve decided to go a few days early, get the lay of the land before they know we’re there. Jay’s packing the car now so we can beat traffic.”
Hunter looked out the window. “This is bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
Hunter flew out of his chair. “I said this is bullshit. I can do this. You know I can do this. I should get to go. You even said yourself—I could be a decoy. I could help. I could—”
“You’re not ready.”
“I am ready! Look at last night! Look at—”
His dad raised an eyebrow. “I am looking at last night, Hunter.”
Hunter flushed. “I don’t mean the . . . the using. I mean—”
“I know exactly what you mean. I also know that man had every thought to kill you, and you shot him in the shoulder.” His father paused and put his hands on Hunter’s shoulders. “You’re not ready. And that’s fine.”
Hunter shoved his hands off and moved to brush past his father. “Fuck you.”
Hunter didn’t realize his dad had grabbed him until he’d been spun around and pinned to the doorjamb.
His father didn’t even raise his voice. “Want to try that again?”
The door frame was pressing into his cheek exactly where he’d gotten the bruise yesterday—and Hunter could swear his dad knew that. “Let me go.”
“Acting like a cocky teenager isn’t the way to convince me you’re ready.” But his dad let him go.
Hunter shoved him, hard.
And then his dad came after him.
“Hey. Hey.” Uncle Jay was there, dragging them apart. “Leave him be, John. The kid’s had a long night.”
“Forget it,” said Hunter. “I’ve got to get ready for school.” He didn’t look at his dad, just turned for the steps. “Have a great time on your trip.”
When Hunter came out of the shower, his father and uncle were gone.
It figured.
Hunter slammed through the underbrush surrounding the property. He was exhausted, but fury rode him hard. He kept replaying those last minutes with his dad.
And a small nagging voice at the back of his head kept insisting that his dad had left for a potentially dangerous assignment, and for the first time, he hadn’t said good-bye.
Hunter hesitated and pulled the phone out of his pocket. He tapped out a text to Uncle Jay.
Tell Dad I’m sorry.
Before he could press SEND, someone tackled him from behind. The phone went flying, disappearing beneath the leaves.
“Payback’s a bitch, huh?”
Jeremy Rasmussen.
A foot kicked Hunter in the side. “Someone’s a bitch.”
Garrett Watts.
