Page 85 of Fatal Vision
All three of them in one place—Bells, Shelby, McKenzie—and the only one he’d managed to kill was the one he didn’t care about. The redhead.
After watching Bells inspect his truck and seeing McKenzie arrive with the redhead in tow, it had been an easy decision to sneak back over and plant the C4 in the bed of Bells’ truck.
Not his usual modus operandi—he liked things neat and clean. But the bomb was more effective to take out three people inside a house all at once.
Luckily, he’d been a Boy Scout—he was always prepared. He’d found the C4 in his brother’s garage after his last mission. No idea where it had originated from and he didn’t really care. He’d hidden it away, anticipating he might use it some day.
Today had been the day.
Only it hadn’t taken out his three targets, and fucking Bells had interrupted him before he’d had a chance to pay them each back with a bullet to the brain.
Hate seethed through the man’s body from head to toe. He was going to have to up his game once more.
