The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

the emotional wreckage.

“Because they’re making their final play,” Kesler said. “A man named General Hemlock is at the top of the pyramid. You might remember him.”

My blood ran cold. General Marcus Hemlock. He was a friend of our father’s. He’d attended Sean’s funeral. He’d even placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and told me how proud of Sean we continue reading …