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

always the talented one,” he said with a cruel smile. “But you… you were always the most predictable.”

He had known. This was another trap.

“He’s listening, isn’t he?” Hemlock said, gesturing to my earpiece. “Hello, Sean. It’s been a long time. I have to say, faking your death was a clever move. But leaving your sister to clean up your mess? That’s just continue reading …