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This was damned stupid.Wayne huddled in his parka there next to the damned road, and waited.
Jason was getting sloppy. Desperate. They weren’t finding a damned thing. And there were rumblings with Wayne’s contact in the FBI.
Rumors that there were fake FBI agents roaming around Idaho and Wyoming.
Well that was the damned truth. How that had gotten out there, he didn’t know.
Unless it was that gorgeous blond thing at the desk. She had asked them twice about the FBI. Questions Wayne hadn’t fully known how to answer. Jason had provided the IDs. The younger man had contacts with the unsavory sort ranging from Canada and Alaska all the way down to Mexico. Fake IDs had been an easy thing for him to provide.
Well, apparently, they hadn’t been good enough. Wayne was going to have to make the best of what he had.
But that girl—if she put it together and turned them in…
Time was running out.
Wayne knew it.
Rumor had it that the man and woman they were looking for were on their way to Masterson County now. Would be on this road, in a damned white van, soon. Jason’s contacts said the man was desperate.
To find his missing daughters.
Well, which damned ones were missing? That was what Wayne had wanted to ask.
The man was a piss-poor father. No denying that. That disgusted Wayne.
His phone vibrated. Jason waited up the road. Watching from a higher vantage point. But Wayne? Wayne was the one who held the rifle.
All he had to do was take out the two people who had the power to destroy everything he had built over the last ten years.
Even before.
Twenty-three years was a long damned time to wait to clean up a man’s messes. It just was. He had no real regrets for what he was about to do. He had killed people before—but he wanted to make it quick. This time.
Geena deserved respect, after all.
There the van was. Going slow over the snow. That would make things easier. Less likely to miss that way.
Wayne sighted the rifle. He didn’t have to see the occupants, just estimate where the seats would be located. He knew how it worked.
Wayne pulled the trigger. Waited for the inevitable jerking to happen. And aimed again. At the passenger side next. With a squeeze of a trigger, it was done.
It was too dark to tell if he’d hit the people he was aiming at. But the van swerved, almost going over the ravine. Wayne grabbed his gear and took off into the woods. He wasn’t sticking around.
But he so rarely missed his target. It was why Morris had kept him around before.
Waynealwayshit what he was aiming at.
It was a skill he still practiced to this day. It had made him a wealthy man, after all.
More—it provided for Linda and their baby girls the kind oflifehe had always wanted for them. And they were what mattered most.
36
The mare was goingto be fine. Dusty had been afraid she wouldn’t when she had first arrived with Matt’s bag, but Matt knew what he was doing. She loved working with him. He was her stepcousin now—her uncle Gerald had married his mother recently—and Matt had one of the gentlest ways with horses she had ever seen. As did his wife. Pip had been with him. She and Dusty had both been needed tonight.
Matt cautioned her to drive carefully. She was only a mile and a half from the inn. The snow was mild for this time of year, but it showed no signs of stopping. Dusty had been driving in snow her entire life.
Still, it would probably always make her nervous now.
