There was another pause as Mack listened. Then he said, “I need you to take a little vacation. I’ll explain later. There is a Colonel Mitchell, who lives in—” Mack looked at Marley, waiting for her to fill in the blank space.
“South Carolina. Greenville.”
“He lives in Greenville, South Carolina. I need him and his family to take a trip before sunrise.”
Marley’s body swayed forward as she listened, straining to hear Agent K’s response.
“Roger.” Mack snapped the phone shut, dropped to the ground, and crushed it beneath his heel.
“What did he say? What’s he going to do?” Marley rushed him. She didn’t care if he hated her, not right now.
Mack’s steely resolve didn’t even slip a fraction. “He will get your family. You don’t have to worry now.”
Marley wanted to drop to her knees and kiss his feet and thank him, but the way he was looking at her right now . . . She didn’t want him to step over her like she was something dirty.
Mack turned his back on her, circled his finger in the air, and pointed his hand in the direction of the woods.
No matter how many times she told herself she deserved it, the pain wouldn’t lessen. The change in the air was as palpable as a tidal wave and just as crushing. These men were focused on one thing now. Tracking down and killing Jack Mankel.
