A woman.
And a baby.
Oh, God.
They even killed the baby.
It was one of the most horrific things she’d ever seen, and that was saying a lot. She was betting the mercenaries tortured the child in front of the parents to get the code.
A code they likely didn’t have.
There were moments she hated her job and this was one of them. The baby couldn’t be any older than Willa, and they tortured her.
“Jesus Christ,” Remington said, unable to look at the dead bodies. He’d walked in on his own child’s murder, and this didn’t help.
When he stood there, frozen, she needed to know.
“Remmy, are you good?” she asked. “I can do this alone. You can head out.”
Yeah, no, he wasn’t good, but he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
Why?
She was in danger.
“I’m good. Let’s do it.”
Honestly, he gave her credit. She was either so desensitized by what she saw, or she was the toughest person he ever knew.
As a once parent, he couldn’t stomach this.
Not.
At.
All.
Together, Elizabeth and Remmington cleared the room, and warned Rogue and Boone of what they’d found.
“The whole family is dead,” she stated. “What we suspected happened. They found Charlie and took it out on his child and baby momma.”
Only, before anyone could say anything else, the worst thing happened.
In the front yard, through the windows, she saw blue flashing lights.
Immediately, she knew they had a problem. It was going to be bad for her and Remington, but worse for the mercenaries.
The cops in this town were aware of The Hunters.
“Get out of here, Rogue and Boone!” she warned the two men who had the best chance of getting the hell out of there. “Call my boss,” she added, hoping they heard.
Why?
They were about to be boned good.
So much for staying under the radar.
“Copy,” Rogue said, just as the front door went crashing in and she and Remington were being held at gunpoint.