Page 103 of In His Sights

Gary caught up fast. “No, he’s right. I heard a scream too.”

Riley jerked his head from Gary to Lewis, and back to Gary again. “Oh. Fuck, I’m slow.” His eyebrows scrunched together. “Are we sure about this?”

“Yes, we are.” Because one way or another, they were going into that house.

“I’m gonna go back to the car and call this in,” Lewis announced. “We need backup.” And before Gary could argue, he ran toward Rhoda Street.

“Wait till he comes back,” Riley urged. “At least until we know help is on the way.” He cocked his head. “You got a plan?”

No, but Gary was working on it.

Hold on, Dan. We’re coming.

7.35 p.m.

“AND WHATabout the partyouplayed in Paul’s death?” Dan demanded. Pissing Christopher off was risky, but he had to do something.

Christopher’s face darkened. “Shut up.”

“You’ve lived with the guilt ever since he died, haven’t you?”

“Shut up!”

Before Dan could twist the knife a little more, his pulse quickened, his breathing grew shallow, and his stomach clenched.

Gary is near.

He had no clue how he knew that, but with each passing second, his assurance grew.

He’s coming for me.

Dan raised his chin and forced steel into his voice. “You can’t deny it, can you? Yes, you’re angry at all those guys, but you’re also angry at yourself. Don’t bother lying to me. I felt it when we touched.”

“You don’t know anything.”

Dan stilled. “You think? That guilt you’ve been carrying around ever since Paul died? I knew about it before I even laid eyes on you. Everything you touched when you killed those men? Itreekedof guilt. Anger. Remorse.”

Christopher’s eyes grew flinty. “You’re lying.”

Dan locked gazes with him. “Except youknowI’m telling the truth.”

Come on, Gary. Please, be fast. I need you.

7:40 p.m.

“DAN’S INthere.” Gary shivered. “We have to move now.”

Lewis’s brow furrowed. “Why not wait?”

“Because he’s running out of time.” Gary strode past the house and around it, searching for any sliver of light from inside that would point the way. To the rear of the house were french doors, and despite the curtains across them, a thin bright line showed at their base.

“I’ll go to the front and knock.” Lewis sprinted away from them.

Riley peered at the doors. “Thank Christ,” he whispered. “The frame is made of wood. We can break that down. If we need to.”

Gary had a feeling they’d need to. And then he froze.

Gary. I need you.

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