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

step was a memory. Him teaching me how to track in the woods behind our house. Me teaching him how to hold his breath and squeeze a trigger. We were a team again.

I reached the security lift to the penthouse, my heart a steady drum. “I’m at the elevator, Sean. Any new friends?”

“Negative,” he replied. “But surveillance shows Hemlock is on the move. He continue reading …