Page 40 of Affair
Poe pointed, and he was scared shitless. He had no freaking clue what the hell was going on.
But it had to be bad.
Why were mercenaries after them?
“About two miles that way,” Poe said, being held in place and safely against Gamble’s chest as they barebacked Diablo into the trees.
Gamble was working out a plan.
He had to.
“What’s at the end of the land?” he asked, knowing they’d never get toNew Orleansthrough the woods on horseback.
That was way too much for Diablo, carrying both of them. At some point, he’d have to send the horse off, so they could play his favorite game.
Hide-and-don’t-find-me.
He played that a lot for the CIA.
Poe thought about it. Finally, he answered him, and Gamble knew it was the best possible answer for them.
“Right past my land is the Chitimacha tribal lands,” he said. “They own past my property and toward Charenton. It’s all reservation land.”
Hot.
Damn.
That meant plenty of woods, trees, and places they could tuck away and hide. Zayn was Chitimacha, and he had told Gamble many times there was so much land.
That was the best option.
Getting lost.
Until he could regroup.
Well, it looked like they were going to play hide-and-don’t-find about two miles away on some Native lands while he figured out what the hell was going on.
Because if there were mercenaries there, that meant one of two things.
The Hunters were compromised, and someone was taking out the whole team. That would mean someone had all of their information.
Or his past, and all of the CIA missions he’d handled for the US government were coming back to haunt him—meaning Poe was caught in the crossfire, either way.
The kind, innocent man had fallen down the rabbit hole with Gamble, and his life was in danger.
That freaked Gamble out.
BIG-TIME.
* * * Hunters * * *
The Equine Farm
Same Time
Their target had escaped.
One of their biggest mistakes was not sneaking up on the man, but they assumed that he would be easy to catch.
