Page 28 of Perfect Convergence

I keep my sights locked in on the driver. “Yes?”

“I—I think I saw something in the field. Coming toward us. But I’m not sure if I’m just imagining things.” Her voice is shaking.

The reality of the situation must be setting in. For all I know, she’s never even heard a gunshot before.

I’d give her some type of comfort if I could, but I have to stay focused. “Just keep looking. Let me know if you see anything closer.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

The driver creeps around the car and opens the back door that’s facing my way. Williams slips out, staying low.

And that’s when it clicks. Rhett and Elliot must be trying to lull them into a false sense of security. Get them to think that it’s safe to get out of the car. Then I can shoot Williams from a distance.

See? They’re fine. Just thinking. Elliot is good at that.

“Um, Oliver—”

I take out Williams with a single shot. The driver yells as his boss drops to the ground, pointing his gun into the darkness, before I take him out, too.

There’s a yelp behind me, and then a loud thud. Shit.

Whirling around, gun ready, I find Wren hovering in the doorway of the stand.

“I didn’t see him until he was on the ladder. It was too dark. I—I’m sorry, Oliver.” She backs up, her eyes on the snowy ground below.

I peer down, using my scope to see in the dark. Tyler is scrambling to his feet, holding one hand to his face. “What did you do?”

“Kicked him in the face,” she whispers. “He fell down.”

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Now look away.”

She does, and I shoot Tyler in the chest. He flies back, landing in the snow.

For a moment, I stare at him. When I shot out that tire, he must’ve realized it came from behind the car. He’s smart—there’s no way he hasn’t noticed the hunter’s stand before.

So if he came here, maybe he didn’t even realize Rhett and Elliot were in the woods.

Or he already killed them, and he was coming after us to finish the job.

The thought leaves a hollow feeling in my chest. We knew Tyler could pull something like this. They knew what to expect. But still, what if—

“Oliver.” Wren puts a hand on my arm, shaking me lightly. “Didn’t you say we needed to get out of here fast?”

Fuck. She’s right.

No one lives near this stretch of road, all of the houses spaced out with miles in between them. But there’s still a chance that someone could drive past and spot us.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’ve gotta go.”

I put the rifle in its case and go down first. Tyler’s body is still, his eyes wide open in shock. Wren descends the ladder, and I help her over his body, but not before she gets a glimpse of him.

For a second, she freezes, clutching my arms. Then she shakes her head and grabs my hand, and we take off toward the car.

Normally, we have to clean up and dispose of the bodies. But the man who hired us for this job wanted us to leave a mess behind. “I want it plastered all over the news,” were his exact words.

None of the guns can be traced back to us in case we somehow lose one in a fight. Hell, neither can these cars—they’re not the ones we normally use, and they’re not registered in our names.

I start the car, checking my phone, but I can’t bring myself to move.

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