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Chapter 42: Detail oriented.

DANIEL HUNCHED DOWN IN the front seat of the sedan. Four cars in less than two hours. He was pretty sure he'd covered his tracks, but he couldn't shake the sense that he was being watched.

Damn feds.

He was getting too old for this.

No, he couldn't be old. Gods didn't get old. Right?

He gripped the steering wheel, but his hand slid off the smooth leather. A smear of blood stained the high-end material.

Shit. Was he bleeding again?

He should have never used the officer's gun. It was different than his six shooter. He'd missed because he'd gotten cocky, and now that son of a bitch was still alive.

His plan was screwed to hell. First he botched killing the fed attached to Bliss, then he took too long to get back to the safe house and snatch Bliss from under the cops' noses. The only thing left was to pick up his wife, but even that wasn't enough for him any longer.

He needed to get revenge.

***

FOUND THEM.

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