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Then, helmets still on our heads, we just pushed through the greenery to move onto the front lawn of the estate.

Even from halfway down the driveway, I could see the bag of food Zoe must have dropped when she realized it was a trap.

That sight was enough to get the fire burning once again.

Whoever those fuckers were, they were idiots.

Because in their haste to chase Zoe, they’d left the fucking garage door open.

We walked in like we had an invitation.

The inside was quiet, save for the sound of a TV coming from the living room, the light from the game lighting up half of the lower floor.

“Answer your fuckingphones!” a voice roared.

I knew panic when I heard it.

Which made me think that whoever this guy was, his crew was small.

If Zoe had incapacitated one of his men, it seemed like I’d just offed his remaining soldiers.

And he was freaking the fuck out.

Good.

He deserved that after what he’d put Zoe and Lil’ Bit through.

I gestured for York and Dixon to fan out, to check for anyone else around.

Then I moved forward.

I did flip my visor.

Not for visibility.

But so the bastard could make out the last words he would hear loud and clear.

I saw the fear, heard the hitch in his breath.

“You should have just left her alone,” I said, watching the dread play across his face.

I didn’t let him make promises I wouldn’t believe. Or even beg for his life.

I raised my arm.

Aimed.

Fired.

Once.

Twice.

Head.

Heart.

He was dead before his body crashed through the coffee table.

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