Thomas Bernard’s
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Wolf drove him around for a good hour, making turns, taking back roads, and thoroughly confusing the man as to the direction he’d come from.
Just.
In.
Case.
The last thing the boss lady wanted was the man finding his way back toArea Fifty-Twoand The Hunters.
Even as he drove him, the man was in the back seat, on the floor, begging for him to set him free.
Well, that was the plan.
“You’re almost home, Cher,” he said.
Tommy fought for his life. He didn’t believe the man was taking him home, but instead, to his death.
“Please let me out. I’m a cop.”
That made him laugh.
Oh, this was a funny one.
Then, as a cop, he should know better than to fuck with Elizabeth Blackhawk.
“And I’m a mercenary for the US government. I’m glad we both know our job roles. You made a mess, Cher. You poked the bear. Don’t you know that Elizabeth can make your life easy or hell?”
Oh, he knew.
She’d made it a total hell.
That was for sure.
Well, her and her husband had made it hell, and he’d never forget it.
“I just want to go home,” he said.
Wolf shook his head.
“You are going home. I’m not taking you to some cave to kill and skin you. Calm down. I’m in front of your house now,” he said.
That helped a little bit.
“Really?”
The man laughed.
“Really.”
As he came to a stop, he got out, opened the back door, and cut the man free.
“Here you go. Home sweet home,” he admitted.
